Afternoon Meadow
It was late afternoon by the time I walked, and still cold, and my daughters joined me and the dogs. This morning, woke early to work on a birthday slideshow for my youngest, for her tea party in Boston at noon. So, the late afternoon walk was a talk-over, of course, and the slideshow was a success, the high tea on Newbury Street, the tiny treats, the large and robust pots of tea, the special guests for this rite-of-passage birthday – which happens Tuesday. This has been a busy day of a busy weekend, and I thought all my energy was spent but after the walk, curled up on the couch, amidst all the pleasant noise of a loud television show and a room full of three adult children and a husband and two dogs by the fire and my visiting father-in-law, I opened my essay and re-worked what I drafted yesterday. Because tomorrow is Monday. Because it's what I'm working on, because even though I have doubts, because even though it needs so much work, it's what I need to write right now. So, I am just working them out, a word at a time, I will give it permission, in fact, to suck. In fact, I'm sure it does.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”