Sometimes you don’t know what to write, because the words don’t come to you.
They don’t flow freely because your mind is cluttered with other things, and it’s hard to focus.
And you’ve tried for the last three hours. Without success. And tomorrow’s another day. With hopefully less clutter. And more focus.
Because, as my mom says, “Sometimes you have to go through the bad stuff, to get to the good stuff.”
29 then 40 