lost complete touch...

with my inspiration core. Every time I opened Final Draft this week  I closed it, simply lost interest in the story. Someone that inspired me had no idea how to deal with me. I was bumped...Went from flying up in the sky to crashing underground...everything that goes up must come down...but everything that goes underground wakes up higher... people walk into our lives daily but some people, really walk in, they walk in and they make everything stop...had no idea what hit me and where the hell did it come from...I am not talking about SEX, sorry...I am talking about life and how it works... I went to him for answers to come to find that I had the answers all along...I walked in feeling I had nothing to teach..I was put on the hot seat, and what appeared to be all about me was all about him, because it's never about what is said, it's all about what's underneath, the layers that you feel and when I'm feeling I don't ask questions, no need. I am sure I missed a thing or two he said but I did not miss a beat on all those shifts. I have never seen anything as clear as this one, and he thinks I missed the whole thing...overanalyzed, missed the obvious and did not ask the most important question, "what do you see?"...the why, made me loose quite some sleep. Why did he cross my path? Why now?...woke up this morning as if I just came out of hibernation...crystal clear and what do I see, I see where I am at, and I can see even clearer where I am going...where do we go from here? Hm...