I didn’t write a blog yesterday. Nothing seemed that important to write about. I figured a new thought to explore would materialize the next morning. So far this morning I’ve started writing three different times. I think each of the three had potential and will need to be written at some point, but today’s not the day.
It’s a little frustrating. I want to write. However, with vacation looming (tomorrow!) I think my brain is starting to check out, and that’s okay. I suspect the clear waters and smooth sand and bright sun might inspire me to write while I’m gone.
Today, though, I’ve got nothing. And honestly, nothing doesn’t feel too bad.