I’ve watched the morning go from dark to light, and in only a half an hour. The crickets and cicadas sound the same–except there’s one cicada now, maybe in the pecan tree, quite loud. There’s a bird, or two? flittering around, going “Twit…twit…twit.” And, again, not a ruffle of a breeze, every leaf as still as death. Each morning seems like another, yet the changes in light, in bugs and birds and air are subtle, relentless, moving forward, and no stopping it. Wasps and stinging critters are less now. The pool is several degrees cooler, and Little Dude would not even get in yesterday. I did! I’m not ready to let it go.
The grass is still growing, as are vines and bushes, and all the things that need doing. On Thursdays thinking of all these things that need doing, inside and out, generally starts to overwhelm me. Figuring out that I do this about every Thursday helped me to realize the feeling will pass and not to stress over it.
Also caused me to remember advice from the writer and teacher Jack Bickham: “Make a list of all you need to do, and then put writing at the top. Make it first.” I’d say that’s the thing to do with whatever you really want to do. Don’t let the world’s relentless demands suck away those things we really want to do.
I’m off to do just that– and I guess I already put writing first! 🙂