The start.

Mentally exhausted. Seriously frustrated. Unbelievably unproductive. Constantly accompanied by dangerous thoughts. Excessively stressed and ineffectively busy.
Not acceptable. Stop.
That went well...(This was my latest attempt to prevent myself from using this blog as my diary or a cyber space to explode in without staining real floor)...
So, psychological details pushed aside, here is the story:

The story.

The more she brainstormed the more she discovered new reasons to brainstorm and realising this could continue to infinity -without ever producing any kind of result in the real world outside her head- made her freak out and push the emergency button: "pause"
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The first -after long time- moments of silence arrived.
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Having frozen the picture of all creative procedures running and expanding simultaneously in her mind, she looked closely and realised that it was absolutely and without a doubt a complete mess. No wonder she couldn't find the way out (whatever that meant). So, she decided to clean up a bit.
First, she got rid of all dead brain cells (she hadn't realised there were so many of them!!!). Then, she uncluttered all the brain cupboards and closets that insisted on exposing their contents contributing to the info build up -and of course the madness. Happy to finish that, she went on and organized all ideas that seemed challenging and inviting but not quite relevant to her primal interests. She filed them and put them in storage boxes for future use. Finally, she locked the memory drawers that kept on poping open and projecting old images every time something sounded familiar. As if the new input was not enough! She locked all 5 millions of them. To complete the ritual properly, she vacuumed and mopped the floor.
And there she was. Tired but content, she was now standing alone in the middle of her clear brain (well, the stressfull thoughts were still jumping around but you can't kill them! so she let them be.). Everything looked so much better now. All neurons in order, fresh air coming through the ears, floor shiny and polished...In fact, she suddenly realised that the floor was so sparkly clean that she could actually see her reflection on it...
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nice
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really nice
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And then it struck her! MIRROR! That would be the new focus point!Why not???
She run to the console, pressed "play" and everything started again.
Easy.
(at least till next time)

THE END
THE START