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Truth be told, I’m not sure why I am writing this morning. Perhaps it is because I feel like I should be writing more often. I don’t know. As I write it seems that my fingers are no longer used to typing out words. Nearly every other word, it seems, needs to be back traces or re-written. It seems that my thoughts no longer know the path from the brain to the fingers the way that they once did. I wrote such wonderful things. Such amazing, beautiful, magnificent things. But now it seems that I can only write about how I no longer write.

I keep looking online for things to improve my life. I watch shows and wish I were the people who did amazing things. I am looking and looking but not finding. What is it about me that cannot be the person I see when I close my eyes? Why can I not WRITE!!??


I think for the next little while I will make a promise to myself. Every morning, before I start work, I will write something. It will not be elegant or eloquent. It may not even be coherent, but they will be words on a page. Perhaps those words will grow and change and become something that can sustain me when times are hard and the cold winter winds of indecision blow. I do hope so. I hope that, in time, they will not just help me but help others who are suffering their own storms and tempests. But, I get ahead of myself. For now, I only write words. And, the only word that matters now is …WRITE!!!
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