Stuck in a ditch

I find myself with empty days on my hands to fill. I know exactly what I want to be doing, but although I can see the rope dangling there to help me, it's just out of my reach. It is so very close, yet so painfully far away that it might as well not be there at all. I need to be doing that thing I feel so passionate about, that thing that I can't live without - that thing that feeds my soul. If I can't grab hold of that rope soon, I feel like the pain of it will eat me up in one single bite.

I'm not sure how long it will take me to clamber my way out of this ditch, or how many cuts and bruises it will take. But the despair is rooted firmly until then.