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.
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| Chives |
