Here, I write. At the breakfast table that doubles as a desk, a plate of french toast and a steaming mug of tea beside me. Half of the table is covered in piled up activities for the 7+ hour train ride I will take tomorrow. The other half clean, so we can actually eat on it. We eat at the table every night (except pizza night, of course). It’s important to both of us to eat together and to share our day.
Here, I write. Trying to ignore my dogs who keep digging their too-long nails into my leg, as though that will entice me to sneak them some french toast (spoiler alert: it won’t). Kosmo has given up on that approach and lies down beneath the table.
Here, I write. But I struggle to focus as I think of all the things I need to accomplish today. Laundry, vacuuming, packing…when all I really want to do is snuggle up on the couch with my new book because it’s a rainy, dreary day.
Here, I write. Wondering what space I might have for this activity in our (imaginary right now) next house. I dream of a den-like space, painted in a soft color, with white shelving, and white trim around big windows that look out on a pasture where my horse(s) is(are) eating his(their) breakfast. That’s some serious wishful thinking, but a girl can dream!
Here, I write. And reflect on this journey. It’s day 27 and I’m in shock that I’ve stuck with it this long. I can’t believe how much I’ve learned, how much I’ve grown, and how much writing has become a part of my day. Now I need to find a way to keep the momentum going (it’s hard without a challenge!).
Here, I write. Thank you to slicer, Elisabeth Ellington, from the dirigible plum for borrowing this idea from another blogger so I could borrow it from you. 🙂
I’m trying to write for 31 days straight with the Slice of Life challenge from Two Writing Teachers. Wish me luck!