Whether I would have wished this upon myself or not, I am in the writing life. It would be easier to never worry with writing original thoughts, to never sit down at my writing desk while Sailor sleeps and set my timer for 45 minutes and wonder what the blank page will teach me today.
The Small Things of the Day
More Time to Think
I am sure I will always and forever be longing for more time to think, read, and write. The laptop part isn’t as vital as the quiet room with no kids in sight or the early morning walk alone up the hills in my neighborhood. I have charted my daily course in such a way that this time to myself takes precedence over almost every other thing.
About Other People
Part of what helped me see the error of my ways, that of living a narrow experience of life (see previous post), was breakfast with my friend Kara. When I say breakfast, you know I mean Tandem.