Today, after a long week, I find myself short on words on Day 7 of NaBloPoMo. They are in me but playing elusive, evading order and leaving my fingers powerless against the blinking cursor of my laptop.
Thoughts, however, dance through my mind, begging attention and consideration. Is a mother’s mind ever quiet? Today, I had planned to write, but my thoughts had other ideas.
Well played, thoughts, well played.
When was the last time you just sat with your thoughts, and allowed them to go unrecorded?