First blog post of the year.
The big intro to 2021.
The setting out of goals, hopes, dreams.
Maybe that’s not what 2021 is.
This is my first blog post of the year.
Re-written 4 times already.
Two abandoned.
The other two forced,
stuffed into a finish.
Nothing flowing.
Nothing rings true.
Nothing is clear.
SO honestly.
Here I sit.
Foggy in the head.
Tired in my bones.
Cat lying beside me.
Propane fireplace on.
Had some soup.
Podcast playing.
Cloudy day.
Rainy day.
I’m warm.
I’m full.
I’m entertained.
I’m here.
No witty words.
No insightful meaning.
Just here.
Waiting,
knowing…
The inspiration will come.
Are you sitting too?
A little foggy in the brain?
A little tired in your bones.
Not sure how to feel.
Not sure what to wish.
Are you sitting with some cozy,
like me?
Reminding yourself too,
that inspiration will come.
It always does.
We won’t force it.
It’s ok to sit
and be in that cozy
that foggy,
that tired.
Just for now.
CX