Frustration

My mind operates at light speed, but this body slows me down.  In my mind I am articulate, and I can visualize the processes, watch the progress, and  see the end result of all my endeavours.  I am tall, attractive, and I move effortlessly.  In reality I am clumsy, short and slow.  

If only I could document my thoughts without having to manually enter them on a keyboard through the use of my fingers.  I would like to be able to record my thoughts.  Literally.  I can hear the symphonies in my head, but it would take me forever to manually play each note.  This is why I am frustrated.  My body cannot keep up with my mind.   I can imagine that the only way to solve this problem is to be plugged directly into The Matrix.