Everybody has to find their own express-things-method.
We all need this – to define and explore our own self rather than living anyone else’s definitions. Some days the world appreciates it, some days, not so much. No need to take a picture – maybe you just need to say or write a few words; then make that call, or hit send. You’ll never regret thoughts you express – only ones you hold in until they burst.
So, how are you doing this morning or on any other morning – are you letting anyone know on your good days, on your great days and on your ‘not so great’ days? Who knows about that?
Maybe you tell someone, talk to your cat or kick the wall.
Or tell no one at all …
I live here – on this one-way street, writing, living, laughing sometimes, whining occasionally – pushing my work out into the world, sometimes like a pastry chef squeezing some delicious mixture from a piping bag, sometimes leaking all over the place, sometimes life the birth of a new child.
Some friends/fans call or write – but mostly, most looking on, not responding.
That’s fine. I long ago learned my angst/joy du jour is important only to me and some counterparties, while everyone else has their own situation, mood, mode – I just consider myself lucky if they don’t hit ‘delete’ or ‘opt-out’. Sometimes, not often but often enough to matter – someone will let me know that something I wrote today or some other day struck a chord … or plucked a heartstring in them.
Are there other things I’d rather do than write every day?