It’s almost 11:00 on Wednesday night and I’ve just sat down for the night.
- Long Work Day – Check
- Swimming at the Y with the Kids – Check
- Grocery Store – Check
- 3 miles on the treadmill and 5 sets of 50 – Check
- Shower and eat – Check
The TV is off, the house is silent and I’m munching on pretzels and drinking some sparkling water just waiting for inspiration to knock me off my feet. Waiting for the most profound thing to write but it’s not coming, as you can probably tell.
So I start asking myself why? I want to write. I want to talk to you but is what I have to say worth saying right now?
Where did my inspiration go? Where is it hiding? Then it occurs to me…I’m missing the outdoors. I always seem to find my inspiration when I’m on the trail. When I’m running outside and it’s been too long since I’ve done that.
I kind of feel like Stella looking for her groove, maybe I need a trip to the islands.
Anyway, I won’t ramble anymore. It’s late, I’m tired and you’re probably sick of reading this nothingness of a post.
Happy early Thursday!