Some days it is a struggle to decide what I want to write about.
A lot of that stems from the stress of having so much going on in my life. Between the kids’ sports and the job and the writing there is little space for the mental downtime in which ideas and aspirations are cultivated. This isn’t to say I don’t make time for such things, but I don’t make time to just sit back and think and reflect everyday. So, I wind up with these days where I don’t have a whole lot to say about anything. Instead I watch the clock dwindle slowly towards mediocrity and hope that tomorrow there will be more words.
I suppose that makes me a writer.
Some Thoughts:
- Mets v. Cubs in the NLCS? Yeah, thats baseball worth watching.