me for going off track. I had the best intentions but no excuse. The lighter and freer I feel, the heavier I seem to be. The proverbial two steps forward, one step back, I guess.
i could read through
the blogs or the list where I neatly organize them and see that I have not fulfilled most or many of my blissful endeavors. I could, but I won’t because I know it, no need to add wasting time to have not done. All endeavors and to-do items seemed so easy to do, and I was so certain of them that I didn’t imagine they would fall by the wayside. But they have. And as much as I would love to go backward (I have done this before) and fill in the posts that are missing — at least two for last week, although I haven’t missed one on Saturdays, though it was not my intention to do Saturday posts — I shall not.
is it better to post
whenever the spirit moves me or when expected? The question has given me the answer.* How rewarding! And how apropos, since I read just an hour or so ago the end (read only the end, as I want to re-read the book with the end as reference) and, although there is much in those pages, the penultimate paragraph contains quite a sentence.
You are yourself the answer.Till We Have Faces