When cliches make sense

Sometimes I think hard about how to write in this blog, how to convey feelings or ideas in a way that isn't trite. Maybe I am not imaginative enough, but there are times when I inevitably find myself resorting to cliches.

My brain is overloaded? Check.

I wake up on a Thursday morning and wonder where the hell the week went and how is it that life is passing me by? Check check.

I feel like if I lower my guard and open the floodgates I am going to cry myself out? Check check.

I tell myself to hang on, that tomorrow is another day and that life is what I make of it? Check times three.

I am writing a meta-post about the trappings of blog writing? Check ad infinitum.

I suppose I could try to come up with less tired ways of putting into words what I want to say, but frankly I am too tired and too stressed lately to attempt any kind of writing finesse in my everyday efforts. At this stage, I am just trying to keep active. I desperately need it. Nine months after I started a blog, I still see this as my personal journal. I write to find my way out of the fog (check).