Again, skipped a few days. Not for lack of content. And now, it’s late. I’m tired. I feel obligated to say something. I don’t think I could do a good job. So write about what I should write about?
Friday (yesterday) was my last day at United Way. The cards my co-workers gave me were so sweet. I received long and deep hugs from people who have told me that I’ve mattered to them. There were tears. There’s a lot to write about – I think.
On Thursday night I saw the band Vapors of Morphine. They put on a great show. I need to write that up.
On Tuesday I overheard a woman being bossy and – I want to write a poem about that.
Tonight, or earlier today, I was thinking about two moments. The moment I proposed to my ex-fiancee, B, and the moment she left. I’ve been trying to mentally stop time around those two moments, capture the details, explore and explode those fractions of time… another poem? Worthy of further thought.
Tonight I talked to my friend John for the first time in a while – also worth a post.
I need to get more serious and disciplined with my time if I want to write everyday. I feel like I’m not even putting in the full effort to my enso. Though I did like this one….
For now, it’s bed. Tomorrow is a new day. I hope to have a relaxing morning of coffee – I will do and feel as I do every weekend morning- missing B. Our mornings were the best. If you ever read this B…. I miss you. I miss our mornings.