This morning when I woke up I had things I wanted to write about. I had things I wanted to rant and rave about. I had points I wanted to make. I had concepts I wanted to form. Give me this phone and let me have at it. But then the busyness of Christmas took over the day and I had no chance to sit and play with my words.
Here it is evening already and as I sit amidst the soft Xmas lighting, sipping my wine, waiting for my husband, suddenly I have nothing to say. Oh I do remember what it was I was going to rant and rave about, but in the peacefulness of my living room the importance of the point I wanted to make shrinks and diminishes. It’s too much work to tell the story. The urgency is gone. Evaporated in the soft hues reflecting through my glass.
It quietly occurs to me what my first piece of unneeded baggage to be shed is. Urgency. That terrible urge to “hurry up and tell it”. In 2012 there will be some thoughts left unvoiced. I will think them, but not have to rush and tell them because some things are more powerful when left unsaid.
And so, as the second day of December goes by, the shedding has begun, and…I have written.
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