Not sure what I will write about. All I know is that after being back to work a week, my soul misses waking up and spending the first few hours meditating, thinking, reading and writing. Even now, on my second day off I feel the call of responsibility - bills, grocery shopping, ironing, vacuuming, brushing the clumps of hair calling to me off of my dog's back and hind quarters, filing, culling through closets and cabinets and drawers in preparation for moving next spring, setting up the external hard drive for backups, retrieving files from the now dysfunctional laptop's backed up drive and installing them onto the desktop and how about getting reimbursed from the flexx spending account? When was the last time I balanced my checkbook? On and on and on.
Meanwhile, it is probably the last week of eighty and sunny. How much more would I prefer to be hiking in the Olympics? Let's not go there. All of these responsibilities seem so much more agreeable when I have my thinking and writing time. What must I do to feed this need in the midst of real life? I haven't the answer yet. What I do know, is that this is a need.
Hey, this Imagine Dragons CD I downloaded last night is hitting the spot. Just another day in the life. In this, too, there is something to be learned. It's just another wave under the paddleboard. Sigh. Though it's not the amount of time I'd like to have spent writing, the 17 minutes it took to write this is enough for now. It is a rough draft of perhaps something that will become something more in time, in time. I am grateful to be in a place where I can recognized a need and honor myself enough to carve out 20 minutes to feed it.
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