I usually have a lot to say. An opinion on nearly everything or a question to ask or an answer to a question. But today this blank piece of paper is taunting me with its blankness. My mind is empty. I can almost hear echoes of nothingness between the vast open space between my ears.
Ah, but I do have an excuse for my current state of mindlessness, brain drain, thought devoid living - my Summer Job. You might think it's because I'm flipping hamburgers at a greasy spoon or passing out umbrellas on a tropical beach or manning the phones for the Newt for President headquarters. The truth of the matter is that my summer job is demanding - probably the toughest job I've ever had. It is so involving that I don't have time to think beyond the present moment. No, this hasn't been a summer of daydreaming about past wild adventures or contemplating about future goals. It's been a summer of here and now. Most importantly, though, my job, in its own way, represents why I write about earth matters and to whom it matters the most.
