Normally I have a wild imagination and I tend to be very creative – always coming up with new ideas. This part of me is taking a nap right now while the nitty-gritties of work have taken over my life …moved in temporarily like a hard-on-his-luck relative who promises to only stay a week while he gets back on his feet, but a month later his smelly feet are still on your coffee table, and now you’re out of beer.

We were in a brainstorming meeting yesterday for a full hour, and my tinkering noggin came up with exactly zero ideas in a room full of 20 people, each with their own flashes of brilliance. And on a conference call, my boss apologized for speaking for me, but I only felt grateful that she had, as I’m not sure it occurred to me to speak.

Even my stress dreams have become boring. Where there used to be fanciful nightmares more terrifying than reality, I’m now saddled with a dull vision of a grey user interface, all buttons and frames and squares like a 1950’s version of Tetris floating behind my eyelids at night while I dream about an invisible data factory, pumping out information into the ether.

I can see the clouds breaking up in the distance. I have a great team behind me that’s rarin’ to go. Iterative releases are working their magic. Life will become mine again soon, and my brain will be freed up once more so I can see the bigger picture (or at least the medium-sized picture). Hopefully, very soon, my mind will come back down to earth.

Come back, brain, come back!