Some days, I wake up with a dozen ideas for things to write about. Other days, there is one clear choice. Now and then, when no ideas jump out at me, I can consult my list of possible topics for subject matter. If nothing there grabs my interest, I just start writing.
I have nothing to talk about today. I am out of ideas, empty, no more ammo.
Oh, I’m sure there is more family history I could expound on. I could relate more of the self-improvement strategies I’m trying to incorporate into my life. Some things are working; some are not. There is always something to complain about. I just don’t have the energy for it. Today, it doesn’t seem interesting, or enlightening, worthy of my time…or yours.
Today, I’m going to just swing my arms and feel the sun and breathe the air…and just be. Without putting it into words. Tomorrow, I’ll have something more to say.
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