So, here it is. I’m sorry to the hubby, but I took a detour home to a swank coffee shop to get some writing in. I’ve been gone 2 days and I want to catch up and commit. I have, like 15 minutes.
Coming here and doing wants to feel like an addiction. If I don’t blog, it’s like I haven’t done my daily climb to Mt. Everest and claimed my spot with my little flag. (I would look up what, specifically, that little spot is called.. is there a name for the flag.. but I’m not going to detour into Google. He’s gotta wait while I focus.. ) I wouldn’t plant it, I don’t think. I’d probably release my flag into the world.. very much like what I’m doing here with this blog post..
Yeah. If I’m not doing this daily, this one little thing, then it means I’ve given up on writing for the rest of my life. I’ve been writing daily for nearly 2 months straight.. just with this simple little blogging and daily notebooking.. and if I give up this little space of my life, then it means I give up my dreams of.. whatever. They’re there.. they’re there.
So, here I am.
The morning was gorgeous as I drove into Region 13 to do some contract work (interesting story, that..). We had fog, light overcast skies and showers that popped up every mile or so. It was a moody morning, one that sprayed mist on your face as you tried to make it to your car. I lingered, finding any excuse before I strapped in. Let me text.. oh, there’s trash to throw. ..let me just stand here and breathe.. Yeah.. it was cool.
It rained once I was in the building, and I made the mistake of staying in our cloistered room instead of venturing out and taking a table by the hallway windows. Just sensing sunlight on the way to restroom was restorative.. but, I put up with my spot and just got back to work, didn’t bother moving.
Which explains why I’m here, I guess. Claiming my spot on the internet, staking a greater claim on my life and the direction it goes before I go home..