I just about tripped on the magic screen on my balcony doors to get inside from outside to write this. It is not going to be a masterpiece. Let’s just not bother with that. Let’s just get some words down shall we. This is not going to be a draft like the 30 some odd I already have in my posts list. I’m actually going to post this. No, I really am. I promise. I found myself zoomed to someone’s tumbler blog via a link noticed the pictures weren’t perfect and the words were few and somehow that spurred me to get indoors and write this. Because it’s not in the perfection it’s about the doing. It might be something for me to remember when I stall and tumble.
I’ve got my fan pointed indoors, though I have no idea why. I can’t feel it all the way over here where my big girl computer is. I need it blowing on my face. It’s going on noon and I’m sweating; not glowing, just plain ol’ ordinary sweating. The day has been clear blue since…well yesterday and the day before. The temperature feels relatively very warm compared to the temperatures of latelyand so the sweat. In a fit of efficiency last week when the weather was a little more on the miserable side I packed away all my summer clothing because it looked like summer was in the rear view. Right now, I’m debating pulling it all out again and while I’m at it getting all my hair cut off when I go to see my girl today. It’s a pathetic mop anyway unless I blowdry and spray it into submission. I digress.
I’m not going to bother so much with those unfinished drafts that somehow haunt me, but move ahead with fresh thoughts and fresh eyes. Some of that drivel is not worth saving anyway. It’s dreary and depressed, much like I can be a good deal of the time. On this particular day I am motivated to create some sort of progress without beating myself over the head about what I haven’t done or finished or attempted. Now’s not the time for that.
Just thought I’d throw that out there, just because.