Resistant

Guess what? I don't want to write anything today. I just don't. That is how I am sometimes. I frequently don't want to do those things I have set my mind out to do. I can end up doing what I want to do rather than what I should do. Story of my life actually. But that is another story...heehee

Tine is escaping me too. In just over an hour I will be off to work and I am completely unready at this point. Combine the time restraint with a lack of motivation and one has a nifty prescription to avoid, in this case: writing. But if any motion is to be set in motion, if any momentum is to be gained from this exercise, if this deal(whatever the real deal is), if this deal is to continue, then it must continue one day at a time. I stop today and I could stop tomorrow.

So here I am writing about not wanting to write. Oh, the coffee is good by the way. It warms my brain. Outside my window, clouds tease me with looks of more rain. The occasional thunder clap remind me I am doomed for it. The mailman is delivering the mail. That's what he does you know. I wonder if he is wondering about the weather too. Bjork plays in the background of my living room filling my soul with her soothing sounds. This is today's context. This is today's writing. What more could be said?

Well, I could mention it is now pouring rain and the mail will have to remain in its box for now. So, it is now pouring rain and the mail will have to wait in its box for now. Just thought I would mention it...