For a second I was ready to explode with thought.
Then the silence and the to-do list got to me. It keeps floating in my mind. Don’t forget about…. With my music program ready and waiting, how can I not have the radio going. The still silence of this long room, the radiators creaking, the wind pushing against and over the roof in a frustrated arch. My mind can’t sit still in that.
This is only letting out words. But that’s what this is for.
I’m done with the dramatic rhetoric and feeling sad. One thing at a time. That’s what I keep telling myself. Plow through one thing with every fibre of your being, one thing at a time. It all comes together the way it’s meant to or not at the end.
All the thing swirling in my mind, the worries, the tasks, the hopes. It’s candy to sample on while I’m in the One Thing waiting room. One thing at a time.
Back to my one thing. Writing can be another thing to handle at once. Later.