I was shocked to log into this blog today to find that I hadn’t written a single entry since April … of last year.
It’s not like I haven’t written anything anywhere else. It’s not like I haven’t done anything worth writing about.
It’s just that well … stuff keeps getting in the way. There’s always something else to do.
I’ll write later, I tell myself. But later never comes.
Then I start feeling restless. I get angry. I snap at everyone who even considers coming within 50 yards of where I am.
It’s no wonder. The real thing I want to do … write … can only be dismissed for so long.
The still, quiet voice within begins to scream to get my attention.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
A blog entry begins with a single sentence.
Today I begin again.