It is Sunday morning. I opened the front door and "I" marched out into the darkness. I knew it was not raining because "I" does not do rain. I stood on the porch as she made her way around the yard. I could not see her but her growls at unseen dangers kept me tracking her. She is back in, under the blankets, once again sound asleep.
I have not written again for several days. I prewrote one last night but as I reread it this morning I sadly shook me head. It was about my chipped coffee cup. Enough said on that subject, right? Days have been rolling by. I caught up in my own little world. Its funny but its what we humans do. Starving children in India and I moan over the slights I think have been lodged against me. Nothing sadder than a self pity party. I have been trying to strictly have mine alone. I hate it when people invite me to theirs. I have been trying to keep my guest list down. So if I happen to call you. Just don't answer it will probably be much better. At least for you.
Days do seem to whirl by lately. I with my list of things to do clutched in my hand, watching as the hours slide by and nothing being done. I have learned no Spanish yet. I have not started training for my "Katy Trail Walk." I scream silently to myself, "Get started on something." But I don't, instead I limp around the house sure I have wounded my knee in someway. I wonder if maybe physiologically I am trying to find an excuse that I can't male my walk. Who knows,? Not me.
My family are use to me wild dreams that never transpire. Writing a book, climbing a mountain, giving up sweets. Always something I want to do but never get to it. I am a weaver of dreams but only in my head. Never to I actually start to weave. I have come to the conclusion that it is good to have dreams but it takes gumption to actually start the work to make those dreams come to life.
Today I am concentrating on looking for my gumption. Any journey has to start with the first step. I sit and ponder. Which of the long list of things I want to accomplish over these last thirty years I hope to have should I start on first?
As I pull my crumpled words from my ever trusty pocket I wish again I just would have told you of my chipped cup. Sighing I release the words. I almost think I hear Blogland skies laugh at my feeble attempt. So many beautiful words released here everyday and I have come with this small, pitiful few. I wish I had tried for whimsical but I didn't. I turn to leave. A idea comes to my mind. Maybe I should just try for a long walk in Blogland. I shake my head no. The view would not at all be like the "Katy Trail." I jog towards home. I have to get some practice in somewhere. For now, I'm outta here.
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