To Write or not to Write...but What?

I've been realizing more and more that every time I sit down to write something, I have a million different thoughts, ideas, emotions, and even genres that I want to explore. For example sometimes I don't even know if I want to write poetry, non-fiction, fiction, or try a play or children's story. I think that this stops me a lot of times simply from writing at all. Rather than just writing out the mess that is in my head, I let it all sit in there (in my head) and rot. I feel like all of my writing this semester and lately in general has been dry and bland.

Writing use to be something that was so engaging and intoxicating that I couldn't stop. Then one day I did for some reason. Maybe I got a really time-consuming job or something, I don't really remember. The point is that I stopped writing and now I have an overload of ideas that are all rather dull and can't really find a direction once I set them on paper. (If I even get that far.) I keep telling myself that this winter break, or this spring break, or this summer, etc...I will really buckle down and start writing again; however I never seem to get to that point. Therefore I think I just need to start writing right now. I feel anxious but excited. Maybe once I clean out the clutter in the attic of my mind (cliche, I know) and weed through all the junk, I might be able to find something in there that is worth saving.