Tap Tap

Hello, Amanda,

I hope you aren't expecting anything earth shattering here. After re-reading last night's post I realize I may have set up an aha moment, when that's not what follows. Sorry! I guess what I got yesterday was gentle reminders that I can do something different with my life, that writing is a gift (as my father's cousin told me) and I'm letting mine collect dust, that I have more control over my life and health than I am exercising. Bear with me here as I develop a metaphor to explain how I'm feeling.

It's like I'm sitting in my car, warming up the engine, almost--but not quite--ready to put it in drive and go. As I sit with my car running, wasting time and gas/energy, people are stopping by, tapping on the window to get my attention. When I roll down the window, they're encouraging me to get on with my journey.

That's it on my end for today. School was a drag since I got home late last night and stayed up even later, and I'm tired. Time to make my lunch and settle into some political TV with an early bedtime in mind.

Hope you had a good day. I'll check in tomorrow morning over my morning joe.

Love you, Barb