Writing…Today…

There’s something about sitting in front of a blank white page…that…can be just a bit intimidating…it’s like…it’s just sitting there…waiting on me…to determine what it is going to be…what it is going to say…if it is going to win a Pulitzer Prize…grace file thirteen…or…land somewhere in-between…

Bertha…says…it’s a lot like my life…every day is a blank canvas…a blank white page…and…I get to determine what goes on it…

I argue…I don’t get to choose…I have obligations…I have a job…I have family…I have friends…surely…they determine my day…

Bertha…will have none of that…not that I thought she would…I just had to try…one more time…to be the innocent victim of…life…but…no…she says…that although…I do have…what I call obligations…that…I still make the choice…of whether to honor the obligation or not…and…more importantly…I get to choose my attitude while I’m doing…whatever…it is that I’m doing…

I hate when she’s right so early in the morning…I haven’t had enough coffee…to…think clearly enough to argue with her…but…seriously…there isn’t enough coffee…she’s right…

So…it’s early…I have before me…a not so blank page anymore…I don’t think it’s going to win the prize…but…it’s not going in the file either…and…I have a fresh and shiny day ahead of me…and…I’m on my way to visit…my friend…Bea Kunz…at…Sage Hill Farms…a delightful organic herb farm…and…we are going to pick blueberries…yum…I think I’m liking this day already…

Jane