A Coffee and No Good Title Friday
It’s funny how ideas and thoughts can be bouncing around in my head that I think would be great to share here, until I sit down to properly commit them to the page. Then everything feels flat, lifeless, and fake. It’s like I’m trying to put on a show of some sort that isn’t really me and that doesn’t carry anything of substance, whether in terms of weightier matters or of the more light-hearted, whimsical ones. And as electronic crickets seem to angrily chirp from my husband’s phone and U2’s I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For plays of its own oddly-timed accord from our iTunes library, I find myself longing instead to quiet my mind for awhile in the familiar rhythms of cleaning our house. I want to work at something with tangible results. I want evidence of having been here and having done that.
And this week, for some reason, that doesn’t seem to involve much writing. Oh, it’s not that I have shut my eyes to the guideposts put along my path (not completely, at least). There’s simply something there I can’t quite put my finger on yet that I keep coming up against. It could be this resistance, this dip, requires me to pull over to the side of the road for a little bit longer so I can figure out what direction, exactly, I need to be moving in.
So I’m off for the weekend (in a manner of speaking – I still have my job to attend to this afternoon). And you know what? I don’t feel bad about it. It would be worse to keep travelling on the wrong road, or in the wrong direction.
Happy Friday, y’all! And I hope you find the below video as delightful as I do (my nieces have good taste in music, I must say):