The one question with a million answers. The million questions with one answer.

why is it that I could write for days… about anything at all.  Novels if I wanted. If I had time. And now, when it really matters, I have pages and pages of notes about why I want to study abroad, and I can’t put together one coherent, cohesive page to save my life??  This means more to me than maybe anything I have ever written and I can’t seem to put it all together.  I wish there was a way to find clarity… clear my mind of everything except the task at hand and the simplest version of the answer…