Distractions

I feel like this blinking cursor is my ultimate demise.  Plenty of ideas fill my journals and my chapters are outlined, but I've been having difficulty forming words.  How can a piece of technology have the power to lower my self-esteem?  Sometimes I feel the blinking cursor is saying blink you suck blink you suck blink.  Perhaps I'm letting my life distractions hinder my love for writing.  Stacks of research papers to grade line my desk at school.  Bad dreams of having no idea where/if I'm teaching in the fall have taken a permanent residence   Empty boxes longing to be filled take up space in the duplex.  Three years of crap useful materials sit in my classroom yet to be packed.  Upcoming dental surgery plague my thoughts.  Why do we let outside things stop us from doing the things we love?  Why is it so hard to let go and let God?