…the almost right word

I opened the shade by the bed this morning to see the snow falling outside the window. Yes, more snow…in April. I had coffee. I ran outside in my pajamas and let the cool flakes cover my messy hair. I snapped a few pictures. I made spaghetti.

It was a productive morning. I caught up on work. I read a bit.
I seem to be wanting to read and write more.  Watch t.v. less. It’s quite wonderful, actually. I don’t think I’ve watched a stupid t.v. show in three weeks now. At that point, I was watching whatever I could get my hands on — anything to avoid not knowing what else to do. Anything to avoid the feeling like I should read. The feeling like I should write. The feeling like I should anything and everything. What a terrible word.

It comes from a separate part of my brain. The part full of self-doubt in which all I can see are my faults.

The sun comes out, peeks through the clouds for a matter of minutes, only to resume it’s hiding place. The snow falls intermittently and I cozy up inside. happy.