It sits there in front of you. You stare at it and feel nothing. No, you feel intimidated. How can one little word make you feel so, well so, empty, so inadequate, so helpless and so lost. You’ve been looking at it for almost twenty-five minutes now and still, nothing comes. Giving it one last shot, you spell the letters out loud…T I T L E. Nothing. So you make one little change and type the letters into your heading whispering to yourself, “Goodnight folks.” As I head of to bed I remind myself, there is one more simple word to keep in mind. “Tomorrow,” There is always tomorrow.