I dislike Spring

I haven't been knitting. I haven't been blogging. I haven't been meditating. I haven't even been doing any yoga.

I've been working. Busily, crazily, wonderfully-and-horribly working. I am learning new things, macros and functions and push-a-button-make-it-happens, things that fill my head up with swollen bits of information.

I love it, except that knowledge swells up and pushes out the creativity.

It pushes out my words so that I have no way to express myself.

Now I'm just script, a pulsing macro with nowhere to go, nothing to automate.