I've Got Nothing
Lately it seems like a struggle to put together a cohesive and clear string of words for my blog. There are times it feels like I have nothing to write about, and then the longer I contemplate, I realize that perhaps I have too much on my mind.
With the usual daily routine, and other events and commitments, it seems like there is no time. Of course topping it off is the fact that he is home every day since he injured his Achilles tendon and had surgery. It has been four weeks since it happened - he says he needs a new nurse, and I say don't threaten me with a good time. Like I would be offended if I didn't have to wait on him. I don't think so.
I have become accustomed to having Thursday and Sunday to myself, which allowed for the creativity to flow more freely. More recently it feels like it has been stifled due to the lack of quiet, peaceful moments. A thought that has started cannot flourish if interrupted by chatter or constant noise in the background. Sometimes it's as if a door is slammed on a thought as it begins to bloom.
My writing is good for me - it's therapeutic. As the thoughts are released on paper a multitude of emotions are freed with them. Whether it be something joyful, sad, stressful or just thoughts on events going on in the world, letting it all go is cleansing for the soul. As if a clear, crisp breeze has blown all the thoughts and emotions away. A cleared mind makes me feel refreshed and ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Without this I feel as if my life is scattered and I am unable to focus.
So - here I am thinking I had nothing, yet the words appeared and were set free. My mind has been cleared and perhaps fresh new thoughts will replace the old. Once again my soul is refreshed.
With the usual daily routine, and other events and commitments, it seems like there is no time. Of course topping it off is the fact that he is home every day since he injured his Achilles tendon and had surgery. It has been four weeks since it happened - he says he needs a new nurse, and I say don't threaten me with a good time. Like I would be offended if I didn't have to wait on him. I don't think so.
I have become accustomed to having Thursday and Sunday to myself, which allowed for the creativity to flow more freely. More recently it feels like it has been stifled due to the lack of quiet, peaceful moments. A thought that has started cannot flourish if interrupted by chatter or constant noise in the background. Sometimes it's as if a door is slammed on a thought as it begins to bloom.
My writing is good for me - it's therapeutic. As the thoughts are released on paper a multitude of emotions are freed with them. Whether it be something joyful, sad, stressful or just thoughts on events going on in the world, letting it all go is cleansing for the soul. As if a clear, crisp breeze has blown all the thoughts and emotions away. A cleared mind makes me feel refreshed and ready to tackle whatever comes my way. Without this I feel as if my life is scattered and I am unable to focus.
So - here I am thinking I had nothing, yet the words appeared and were set free. My mind has been cleared and perhaps fresh new thoughts will replace the old. Once again my soul is refreshed.
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