Fog is so wet. It’s white and woolly water, floating around, out of its element. Filtered translucency envelopes everything. There is only white coming down from above, a smothered angel. Glaucoma of the skies.
I am out of practice. While sick, I had no desire to write, and now that I do, there doesn’t seem to be any easy flow from my mind to the screen.
One thing I’m always telling myself, my children, my friends is to just do it. Waiting for the time to be right for something will leave you waiting forever. When one of my kids whines that they can’t do something, my response is invariably, “well, you’ll never know if you can do it unless you try.” It sounds smug by itself out there like that, but smugness couldn’t be further from my mind. I truly believe that trying is half the battle.
I never understood the argument of waiting to have children until it was the “right time” since as far as I could tell, there is NEVER really a right time. My philosophy was, once I’d decided that, okay, yes, I guess I was going to try for children in the first place, to go ahead and do it and let the rest fall into place. It worked, too. And it’s worked for other people that I’ve sold on the idea.
I find that, most of the time, trying invariably leads to doing, and thus to being done with whatever it was that was the source of anxiety in the first place. It helps with any procrastination tendencies I might have, to think: if I just start, I’ll be doing, and then before I know it, I’m done. Ta-dah! Waiting never does me much good. And since I’m impatient as all get out, and hating waiting as much as I do, it’s just as well that my own personal philosophy jumpstarts me more often than not.
Even when I don’t know what I’m going to write about or where I’m going with it once I start, by the time I finish, I can look back and think, Ta-dah! I did it!
*dusts hands together and nods with satisfaction*
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