I try to write every day.
But sometimes it’s hard to get started.
Nothing comes to mind.
Or what does come to mind doesn’t seem very note
There’s something there – a thought or an idea
worth sharing – but it isn’t within me to tease it out and develop it properly.
Little things get in the way. My head hurts. I only have a half hour (what can I possibly
accomplish in such little time). I’m tired. It’s raining out.
Together they conspire to undermine my progress.
Other days I can stare them in the face and tell
them to back off, but not today.
Today I’m going to give in to life’s little
Sometimes the best thing to do is walk away and come
back fresh tomorrow.
As long as those times are the exceptions, we’ll
So what does this have to do with change?
Everyone needs a rest occasionally
— even if it’s
just a little nap.
See you tomorrow.