"Should" is a small word that belies the enormity of feeling behind it.
I feel like I'm all about the shoulds these last few months.
All the things I should be writing. All the things I should be doing.
The shoulds echo in my mind, repeating over and over until they turn into a cacophony of can't.
Because I should do x I can't do y until x is done.
I find myself trapped in the shoulds, attempting to tell them to shut up as they grow louder and louder, and my silence grows deeper.
And so I sit, my fingers poised above the keyboard, trying to shout down the self-imposed silence of should.