These are the words on the post-it note stuck to the faded-yellow wall in front of me. As I pause with my fingers hovering above the laptop keyboard, I look up to see it again and I’m inspired once more. It’s often far too easy for me to be distracted by anything other than the task at hand. Sometimes it feels too hard to keep on keepin’ on even though I know I gotta do what I gotta do.
My tush hurts from sitting in this old oak straight-back chair despite the pillow therein. My Fibro has been flaring lately, too but I’m trying to push past it as best as possible. LDN has helped!
Just being honest with all ya’ll here.
My Carpe Diem book is ready to go to the editor, I think. Somehow it all feels sort of surreal. I “should” feel more intense about it, I think, but I’m not. Not feeling too intensely about anything, truth be told.
Too much stimulus from everywhere. Surrounded by workers, Spanish, dust, sawdust, ocean winds, piles of boxes and disorganization. Each day is a sort of ‘getting by’ process.
Make the choice!
Carpe Diem beloveds!