I haven't written for two days and I feel it. Writing is me. It's what I do. But sometimes that journey through life just broadsides everything else. This week was a train wreck.
It was a week where one problem followed another and today, at the end of the week, I can only hope that it has all wound up. That next week, will be not only a new month but a new start. At least I promise myself that as I look longingly at my laptop before rushing headlong into another crazy day.
When life broadsides me, writing is how I lower my keel and stabalize amidst chaos.
I feel better already.
What do you do when life broadsides you?
From the Dust