I didn’t want to write this tonight.
This is probably the fourth or fifth time this young year I’ve sat down to write at the end of the evening and been terribly aware of not wanting to do the ten minutes. It isn’t that I’ve outgrown the medium. In fact, I like to believe that I’m only coming into it in a real way over the past 100 or 200 entries (3650 marks ten years! W00t!) I just lack a fundamental drive to be productive when I’m really worn out.
I’m tuckered by the end of the night and stressed to realize there is more to be done. Sometimes I get really into the idea of telling a story or sharing the important ufo of the day/week and other times I just feel devoid of words. This is an empty day.
If I scrape the bottom of my psyche I know that I’m already thinking about the football games my kids play next week and what is needed to prep them. Not a great subject for here at the end of the night.
I guess that is it. This is another short one…
Some Thoughts:
- Royal Rumble is happening soon. My kids still appreciate the theater of wrestling…