Today was the kind of day that left me with thoughts swirling around in my brain, none of which wanted to stick.
"I don't know what to write. Maybe I just won't write tonight," I told my husband.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I realized that I had to write. If I were to give up tonight, what would make me come back tomorrow?
One thing I know to be true about me is that I am not one to give up. I may ask that you give me five minutes so that I may wallow in self-pity, but then I'll be back full throttle. Defeat is something I will not admit.
So, even though I did not have any solid train of thought and my writing most likely would run right off the tracks, I sat down to write. It was an act of obstinance, perhaps, but I'd like to think it was also an act of courage, an act of faith.
I see a “solid train of thought”: A reflection on the struggle to write tonight. Your showing up is an act of courage and commitment. Today was a Monday of Mondays. Maybe it’s the time change. Here’s to a better tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI know your feeling well, both the thought that "i have nothing to say so why write?" and the immediately following thought "if I don't write today, how will I write tomorrow?" And I like how you turned the simple act of deciding to write into your slice for the day. Anything can be a subject.
ReplyDeletei love the idea of writing as an act of obstinance! I think I have a fair bit of that myself. And have often wondered what would bring me back if I missed a day. So I can't let that happen! I always enjoy a slice about slicing!
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