It’s very gray out, so gray it’s only gray, and maybe raining, maybe not, I can’t tell. I feel like we’ve had more foggy days than we have before, but I don’t know if that’s factually true. It just seems that way.
Perhaps it’s too dark to write because my thoughts are as cloudy, as nebulous, as impenetrable as that fog. And not for any particular reason, there a just days when I sit down and the blinking cursor blinks and blinks and blinks at me and refuses to move.
I think we can all agree it’s its fault.
Creativity is like that, though, sometimes it’s overabundant and flowing and you couldn’t slow it if you wanted, not that you want to.
And sometimes it’s like this, a little elusive, a little stuck. Things can’t go well or smoothly all the time, and that’s not a blessing and it’s not a curse, it’s just the curves of life.
It’s true for all aspects, really, we get these long straightaways and they are wonderful, smooth sailing (ok fine a little bit of a mixed metaphor there), and feels like things might always be that way. And then the bend shows up and you can’t see around it.
That’s the thing about bends.
All you can do is take it one step at a time (yes, that’s another metaphor, you don’t have to keep track or anything) and take it as it appears. That curve might lead to a hidden straightaway.
It might lead to another curve.
But either way, you’re moving forward.
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Tuesday.
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