I’m just not feeling it lately. Writing. Reading. Watching movies. It’s November Brovember and I still haven’t watched that many bromantic flicks. Reading is becoming a chore. Writing is riddled with road blocks. I sit in my room just contemplating the next step and I’m drawing blanks. And it’s not depression because the last few weeks have been the happiest in a long time. Shaun and I are getting more and more exercise during his micro and spontaneous dance parties. I’m comfortable in my skin. And I’ve met someone I adore to pieces. I’ll write more about her later. I’m conflicted about where to take this new blog of mine (TBA) and if I’ll have any help in its formation. Hopefully, my sister from…