Fixated on a theme

I’ve spent the last few days thinking about thresholds, in general, and luminal spaces, more specifically. I’ve made mind maps, jotted random thoughts on random scraps of paper, and spent a sleepless early morning contemplating the nature of metamorphosis, embarkment, and the last transformation of the human soul (courtesy of my recent foray into Chinese mythology and butterflies). I’ve even written a short story on the topic, as I edged around and toward what I really wanted to write about, as if by writing near it I could somehow move forward.

Why the struggle? I had a vague idea of what I wanted to write about, but wasn’t sure how to approach it, or even if I should (or could) approach it. Is it really my story to tell? Maybe, and maybe not. But if I don’t tell it, no one else will. The theme is stuck in my head, and for a good reason. I still have no idea exactly how I’m going to write about it, but I’m going to put pen to paper, and see what happens. At this point, I don’t even know what format or genre it’s going to take, but I do know that, for some reason, I need to write it. And that’s reason enough to, at least for me.