Someone asked me yesterday, “When was the last time you wrote a real post?”
I couldn’t even be offended, because I knew exactly what she meant. For a couple of weeks, at least, I feel like I haven’t improved anyone’s day with what I’ve posted here. I sit and stare at the blinking cursor, with diminishing hope that a string of good, lovely words will flow from brain to fingertips–and when they don’t, I improvise (and not so well).
I know what it is, why it’s like this. My days are small and tight, when they should stretch with conversation and purpose and something pretty or interesting to see. It’s up to me to change that–it’s not a job for anyone else.
So it’s time for a break. A few days, maybe a few more after that. We’ll see. There’s some stuff I need to do. A movie. Lunch with a friend. A couple of books. A good look at the damn fine scenery we have here. Maybe a new road. Some hard work.
And when I have something to bring back here in a basket for show and tell, I hope we can get together for a nice long chat.
Until then, as my friend Milena taught me to say…