I am struggling SO hard with all of my words today. I have this endless basket of them in my brain and today for some reason, the ones I want prove to be as impossible to find as the matching sock at the bottom of the clean laundry.
Its proving to be nearly impossible to write when I have no other responsibilities requiring my attention.
How stupid and selfish to have all this time to write and yet the inability to produce something of a quality equal to the gift of all this time.
write thank you letters.
go to yoga.
watch people attempt to be funny.
eat mac and cheese.
I will fill my day up with the hopes that the distraction will allow the words to sneak back in.
I will also try very hard not to get more frustrated than I already am. It's a long month. I have plenty of time.