A Coffee and Some ... Well, Something Friday
I am totally toodling around here when I need to be thinking of Something Amazing to be writing for what will be Friday’s blog post this here Thursday night. I’m listening to nighttime sounds and to fellas having coffee and playing Exploding Kittens in the kitchen whilst Phil the cat wonders why these interlopers are in his house, and do I really need both arms free to type? (Thankfully Phil is not causing any explosions … at least not yet.) ~*~*~
Hope is tattooed on my arm, but not yet – not deeply – on my heart.
I’m seeing people around me moving and growing, changing and developing and succeeding in all sorts of things.
And I sit. I long for change. Make plans to do different. Even do some things.
But something still holds back, blocks … keeps me from seeing or feeling or (at least feeling like) I’m achieving anything. Life’s happening around me.
At least that’s the feeling at this present time. Because I know there is provision. I just need to drop some things to lay hold of it, to make room for the Something New.
I need to burn some plows like Elisha of old, so there is no going back to yesterday’s provisions.
“Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.” -Kurt Vonnegut
I’m likely to be chuckling over this quote for days.
I hope you don’t mind the “here and there”-ness of this post. The goal right now is to write, to get words out, out here. Because too often I have given in to the inclination to pack it up and watch TV instead.
But I hear the game breaking up, and the hubs is soon off to dreamland so he can get an early start to his work day – today when this is read by you.
I hope your Friday is a good one! Thank you for reading my rambles.