I got a little fussy about my pen the other day, something that normally doesn’t matter. Then I found flaws with the notepad that I was using. The discontent spread. I wanted a new place for my computer, the lighting urked me; then I became irritated with the messy papers that I had explored thoughts for my next short story. The harder I chased after an easy mind, the further I landing in fretting soup.
I was ready for a change of pace, I finally realized. The pen was exchanged for another. I chose another size of paper. I transferred my messy notes into a computer document. I stopped pushing long enough to remember that writing brings me pleasure and then I wrote free and easy. My only goal was to enjoy writing. No surprise then that my basic joy came alive once more.