Quickly took advantage of the diagonal light in our front yard before I left for the office to take these pictures. It’s that time of the year again (or month?) where I must rant that I don’t get as many things done as I want – thus this post’s title.
Thought I could leisurely walk to work wearing a fairly new pair of Dr Martens. But, as expected, halfway there my heels were cursing me for self-inflicting blisters. Note: is Vaseline really advisable for leather?
Also, I must mention my usual internal conflict: yes, it happens often. It’s been a while since I’ve opened my poetry books. And when I did two days ago, I was, as expected, moved by the words that I had to read some poems again with my mouth agape.
This time, I was “cursing” the beauty and complexity of life and asking the cosmos why, of all people, am I still moved to my core by words – whenever anything (everything) so complicated is explained so simply yet so compellingly.
I should be thankful that I am still compelled to write after more than a decade of not putting in enough time. Am I packing my bags again and abandoning this blog? You bet your ass I’m not. I’m not the type who easily gives up. (Let’s all have it all!)