Sunday…
‘Sun’s shining bright today. Just peeking over the trees in the backyard and landing on my face. Shadows from my hand and this pen are prominent on the page. Closing my eyes for just a minute to soak it in. All better. There’s something about seeing my words on this page that gives me hope. Fuel. So I’ll just keep writing and see how that treats me. Fill the page with my scrawling. Ramble on. About nothing or something or everything. It’s almost silly really. But it is magic…for me. I can’t deny it.’
Writing...
The best habit that I started over the past year.
Every morning, without fail…
