Dear Readers,
As you’ve likely realized my process for writing requires the most resolute of intention to reckon with my self. I hope this explains my spotty cadence to you, I am sorry. And now that I’ve stopped to think about it, I only write to you in the daytime after caffeine has commenced. But writing in the evening is hard; my mind feels heavier and blurred; singed from the days push and pull of small nagging thoughts that have slowed to tugs.
Small nudges distract me when I try to focus; my writing becomes less clear to match my mind.
By evening - as it is now, it requires work to reflect when thoughts are more compressed, compounded, and convoluted by the day’s festivities. Mulling about mulling; I whine. And at the time of day when the potential for progression has fallen to under 25 percent, the silver lining has greyed heavily; gone is the gasp of breath held in suspense. It’s been replaced with a deep exhale from the nose spanning the slowest of seconds. Absent the lingering of the unknown and untapped potential of time to pursue adventure — perhaps it is directed to my dreams.
I choose to keep writing simply because I never do at this time.
And I want to change things up; I want to follow my intuition. I want to dive into this delicious morsel of meaning and opportunity to connect, find joy, and uncover. I have found something intriguing and in it I am peering back at my reflection wondering who it is that I am and how I want to show up. I find myself asking how it is that I feel and how it is that I want to feel.
Reader, have you ever attempted to write in code? To seek the beautiful balance of just enough vagueness to keep whatever thought you have just under the first layer of your chosen words? It is fun and this was my attempt.
Have at it.
I love this shot, the yellow lights contrasting the purple sky! :) Makes me happy.