Gone Fishing

Sometimes it's important to take a break. Go on vacation. Restore the body, the mind, and spirit. Try not to try so hard.

Perhaps this is one of those times. (Although I hardly think that flying around the country visiting family is the same as a vacation. Especially when you consider our families.)

I went running today. Took a nice long jog up and around the back of the airport, up the hill, down the hill, around the bend. It felt good to be moving, but I'm clearly out of my routine.

While pushing along, feeling the weight of my thighs, it occurred to me that behind all the anger and pain buried in there, is strength. "Drop the pain, find your strength" my inner voice suggested, as I pushed off the pavement with more focus. It was true, I could feel it, there WAS a lot of strength buried in those thighs, bubble wrapped in old memories. The more I move through it, consistently, persistently, the more I know my strength will be revealed and the rest will dissolve away.

I came home thinking of something to write today. As I sat down and stared at the blank page, my idea vaporized.

Nothing. I got nothing.

Just a handful of questions.

Perhaps, I just have nothing to say right now.
Perhaps it just isn't ready.
Perhaps I just need a break.

Until I can figure it out, I'm hangin' up the sign:

Gone Fishing.

(Perhaps today I should just post the recipe for a perfect lemondrop martini. Goes great with fish.)