For over a week I’ve struggled with my words. More than anything it’s probably due to the amount of travelling and conversation I’ve had to carry on. Between a weekend with friends and old haunts, to a week of non-stop driving to a major medical center. I guess I’m just physically and mentally worn out. I used to hang with the best of them, but apparently my age and current condition are finally overtaking the demands I have to face. As much as I desire getting away from the isolation of home. Often the pure strain just being there, turns a promised stay into a struggle for peace.
Again, I sit here with a thousand and one things coursing through my mind. Forcing myself to create. But the lack of discipline and time escapes me. For discipline and time are often luxuries I have to save for the rest of life around me. Some of you may understand what I am saying, while others will not. But when committed to the care and protection of others. So often the time you need for yourself dissipates like a passing wind. Leaving you alone solving all the problems, while yours like so unanswered mail in the mailbox. Sorry I’m not giving out much of a love letter here. But like I said, I’ve struggling for days to pen anything. But my thoughts are flowing a little smoother now, with the creation of the very next word.