All of your failed drafts and wasted attempts are probably the best thing that ever happened to you.
I don’t want to write sometimes.
I don’t want to write a lot of times if I’m honest. I love the idea of writing, but actually sitting down in a chair and focusing on words is another matter. It’s not that I’m stuck and can’t write. I’m just lazy and don’t want to.
I like information, okay?
How do things work? How do people think? What’s the best way to do a thing?
You all know I like memes.
Well, recently I started making them.
Podcast or vlog? Take your pick as I talk about some of my favorite books this year
We humans know lots of things. Do we act on them?
If we did, I wouldn’t be writing this article.
Ages ago—or maybe it was only a year ago—I listened to a podcast laying out how evil Enneagram is. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
I love music. I listen to it as I write. I find songs for characters. I listen to it on the way to work. I find a song I love and listen to it twenty times in the next three days.
When I sat down in February and scheduled three months’ worth of blog posts, I thought by the time I wrote this post that I’d be getting ready to leave.
I’m a walking contradiction.
A paradox in a pair of shoes.
in a plodding mortal frame.
bound with bones.
chained with fear.
weaving dreams of air.
My mind wanders among the clouds
but my feet are fastened
to the earth
Mapping foggy, crooked streets.
Boots measure weary step
by weary step,
Far behind my racing thoughts.
My chest aches
for what I can’t…
Ash and dust in the wind
Tears from the sky,
water and starlight,
Paradox in paradox.
Trickling past with
each grain of mortal sand.
For when one day,
the way shines clear
the light undimmed,
will be the end.