The past week has been a wild ride. And wild rides often result in some of my more interesting articles (in my not so humble opinion).
This week has been different though.
I don't know why either. But there have been so many articles that I wrote in my head, I reasoned through, I argued with myself, yet never actually made it into existence. Some were articles born out of frustration, some out of relief, some the offspring of a silly mood, and others the spawn of white-hot rage.
I can't say how any would have turned out. I also don't know what the results of some may have been. Perhaps bridges would have been burned, perhaps understanding may have been strengthened, perhaps they would have gone unnoticed. I suppose I will never know, for while the ideas are still there, and may very well become articles at some future stage, they will lack the sense of immediacy they would have had if had I written them this week. On one hand I regret that some never made it, but on the whole I think it was a good thing. I try not to write while emotional, and emotion fueled my thoughts.
But I can't shake a certain feeling of disillusionment with my experience here. That too will pass, of that I am sure. But that feeling has persisted longer than the emotions that fueled my list of unborn articles.