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.
peace.
Anne Brock 