My son is sleeping not far from where I sit typing. I can hear him stir occasionally. I can see the covers rise and fall with his slow steady breathing, but I can't hear it over the whir of my laptop. The cat is lying drowsily at his feet. My daughter is in her bed, her hand still clutching the tail of her favorite stuffed animal. My husband is downstairs, watching a silly TV show, waiting for me to finish my blog post. And I am looking over a list of ideas and half-written posts, none of which I have the mental energy to finish.
I am going to climb in bed. I am going to hold my husband. I am going to leave writing for a time when everything around me has stopped whispering the truth to me: that facing the computer is not where I should be right now.
Sometimes we just have to 'back away from the computer' and refuel with something more tangible...a hug...a hand to hold...butterfly kisses from our kids. Just as a note though...I always admire those that have 'notes'...'ideas'...for writing posts...I just 'wing it' when my hands hit the keyboard...usually with no direction in mind until I pull my photos up in 'My Photos' and see what picture suits my mood...then the writing begins...the difference being that I am not truly a 'writer'....and you are a very talented one...perhaps I should invest in some post-it-notes and a couple of note tablets...and leave them scattered across my desk and on my monitor....think I could learn to write via osmosis????
Or, perhaps, just follow the whisper. Leave the writing alone till the whisper says 'you have to write.' I'm still early in recovery so don't listen to me, but I'm grateful for the days when I can discern the whisper of truth from all the other noise in my head.
ciao