Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I don't know what to write about anymore.

So many things are happening and falling into place and jumping around and getting confused, I am so enraptured by this movement, I can't ease myself into a seat and think. I haven't had to come up with something to think about in a very long time. Things to think about have been racing around for months.
It's kind of cool, actually. One day, the dust will settle and my vision will focus and I will have had so many experience about which to think and write about.
But for now, that means that I will neglect my writing and meditations. Why pause life to write when your writing will be so much richer after you've lived?

I can write when I retire. Life beckons.

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