Sometimes I think if an airplane thought too much about how it flies, it would never get up in the air. So much of life is like that, really.
We just do it.
Like the writing. When I think too much about it, I end up having nothing to say, but when that glorious brain to typing fingers superhighway opens up, it’s a whole different story.
Sometimes literally.
Literally.
Wow, I’m like the Inception of puns today.
Anyway, it’s gray, and possibly raining but if it not yet, soon. I’m fine with that, the rain will bring green and flowers. And we like those.
I wonder if, when it looks like this and doesn’t rain, the rain looks down.
You’re never supposed to look down.
And it thinks, if rain can think, never mind. Not for me.
It’s that hesitation that gets us, almost universally. Not that good-for-you kind where you stop yourself before disaster, but the bad-for-you-kind that holds you firmly in place.
Perhaps even for rain.
Have a great Wednesday.
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