I'm tired today. I have been tired all day; not really sure why, but it did result in a thirty minute nap that actually lasted ninety. Does it matter that I slept away an "extra" hour? Nope, not really, but I did have a lot if computer work to get done today, which ended up giving way to lunch with dad, physical therapy and the aforementioned nap. And this evening has not been challenging by any means; tech support on the wife's laptop; scan here, defrag there. Nothing much at all, but it almost led to a 10pm nap.
Why am I rambling on about being tired? Good question, but I do have an answer of sorts, I guess. Rambling... or is babbling more accurate?
Anyway, my tiredness has left me feeling as though I don't have it in me to write much of anything tonight. No thoughts or ideas? Not really. Reflecting on the day that has passed I realized my state of mindfulness carried over from yesterday and I heard, saw and smelled a lot of good fodder for my imagination: the odd group in the physical therapy waiting area discussing the down payment on a new trailer coming from his mom's disability settlement; the fragrance from the flowering trees in bloom; the obese girls ahead of us at lunch, and the comfort my bed offered during a wonderful nap. A lot of things, good things happening around me.
As the evening wears on, I sit here struggling to motivate my self to write when it hits me: if I want to be a writer of any kind, I have to write even when I am tired! It will take a little more effort to focus, more effort to keep ideas flowing, just more effort; period.
Ug. Needless to say I felt instantly motivated to be better, to do more, to be a writer even though this entry sucks. Regardless, here I am, sharing yet another experience along the way. And with every few words that hit the page, it feels easier, smoother, even though this is not a great post. It feels good to know I can write even when I don't feel as though I can.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
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