What am I supposed to write!?
I have no thoughts.
I have no interesting ideas to share.
I have no shining moments to highlight and relate to life.
I have no lows to grumble about and learn a new life lesson.
I’m not feeling inspired by anything in particular.
I surely don’t have a story to tell. To unfold. To tell bit-by-bit. To play that movie in my mind. To show, not tell.
I think I’m preoccupied with so many other things and barely focusing on that present moment. I’m not really present. Not really aware. Not really paying close attention. I’m multi-tasking (so I think) and not really concentrating.
I hope tomorrow I live more like a writer.