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No Time Like the Present

I'm sitting in Starbucks right now staring at my computer screen. I type a sentence, think about it for a minute, and then delete it. Words and ideas flood my head, but I can't seem to focus them in one direction long enough to complete a thought that is worthy of sharing with anyone.

Right now I'm thinking of when I'm going to deal with yard work again, paying my ridiculously high cell phone bill, dating, divorce, running, my own self-image, the fact that I need to start feeding my body decent food, listing my house for sale, and the occasional reminder that I need to buy more water and cat food. And perhaps some food for myself.

That's on my mind, but what I really want to share are some of the ideas I've been toying with in my head. The aging process for women. The joy of knowing you are exactly where you're supposed to be in life. The connectedness of the world around us. The process of carving out a life in line with your values. I even have a few more book ideas.

I just can't seem to get past the fact that I need to sell my house and arrange things on my calendar and figure out what the hell is running through the minds of the men around me. (Why must they be so confusing?) And I'm frustrated by this because the mundane is interfering with my spirit.

So there you have it: the present state of my mind at this point. Good things are happening here. Right now. In this moment. You just don't get to know any of it until I finish my budget for the month of August.

Comments

Christy said…
Ah yes. Reality. The bane of the creative mind.
6:13 PM
frabjouspoet said…
And it really sucks when you feel the creative drive.
7:59 PM
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