When I sit down to write and the words aren’t coming, it’s often when there’s something else I ought to be doing. I wiped down the cabinets with Wild Orange essential oil. I called my Grandma and made my bed. I went over and hung out with the nurse of the week. I took a picture of my boys with the new friend they made. There is still so much that needs to be done, but in this moment, I truly don’t know what else to do.
There’s a lot of people hurting in life right now. This might come as a surprise to some, but I don’t like talking about pain very much. I also though don’t like NOT talking about it. It’s one of those things where you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. Either way you must experience something unpleasant.
That’s probably why I stare at the sun so much.