I spent a good amount of time today partaking in christmas cheer. I feel good about that. I feel about as good about what is to come in terms of writing. I am trying to get back into rhythm with the words. 10 minutes is nice, but it doesn’t define a writer’s life.
I also spent a bit of time in anger. I am working on letting go, but it is a hard thing to do. In truth I am filled with anger as I type this post. It is wasted energy. I believe I spend a great deal of time wasting energy on what basically amounts to bureaucracy and high school drama. None of it feeds my soul and, in fact, withers it.
This is a short blog, because these words are hard to get out.