summer is supposed to be a time of relaxation, of sunshine and sunscreen, of picnics in the park, of beaches and pools, of long, lazy hours that blend together.
or maybe that’s just the summers of my childhood because i can’t recall a summer like that in recent years. nowadays, i’ve barely added the white back into my wardrobe post memorial day before the fireworks are popping and labor day shuts down any fantasies i had about going to the beach. it’s one thing after another — work, trips, sports, friends, family, etc — and pretty soon, the leaves are changing color and i’m putting the blankets back on my bed.
so where does that leave me time to write?
it doesn’t really, so i have to remember to make writing a priority, to squeeze in the words any way i can: on a lunch break. on the train. before bed. when i’m tired. when i’m happy. when i’m bored. when i’m busy. when i’m cold. when i’m sick. when i’m healthy. whenever, wherever i can.
simply put…
Tags: words
my mumblings 
August 7, 2012 at 10:23 am |
Inertia keeps one still or keeps one moving depending on the original state ones in. keep moving!
August 7, 2012 at 10:32 am |
i know it shouldn’t, but it still amazes me when the things i learned in elementary and middle and high school apply to every day life. what you say is very true! i better keep on keeping on.
August 7, 2012 at 12:27 pm |
I love that sign! It’s perfect.
August 7, 2012 at 12:38 pm |
ditto! when i first came across it, i gasped out loud because, yeah, uh huh. that.
August 7, 2012 at 2:36 pm |
Can I sign up to have this post emailed to me every day? :) Because yeah, I need that reminder too!
August 7, 2012 at 2:40 pm |
you and me both, sista!