Writer's Block?

Up until - or, as my ex-stepson Phil would say, in-till - about 2 or 3 months ago... no... maybe 5 or 6 months... writing was a daily must.

It didn't matter what I wrote, I just had to write. Ideas for posts bombarded me all day and sometimes I'd have difficulty choosing which way to go.

Perhaps because everything was so unsettled.

It's been one heck of a transition, from London to Mexico City.

And that's bearing in mind I'd lived here before and was familiar with it. My family and old friends are here. My Spanish is predominantly Mexican.

And yet.

Almost a decade in England and the decade itself changed me. Well, not *changed*, but -

Molded.

We're constantly being molded, did you know that?

The aspect of ourselves we call "I" is not completely responsible for the way we are molded with time.

Naturally, "I" choose many things and ultimately, take responsibility for "I".

But our surroundings count for much.

Perhaps more than we care to believe.

We are not only "I" but everything that surrounds "I". We need to understand our surroundings. It's a survival tool.

If you've never moved or have been where you are for some considerable time (I'd say at least 5 years), you'll probably not be aware of how much you are a representative of your surroundings. But if you have, you'll notice that "I" -

Agggh, what a load of tosh.