I awoke this morning with absurd thoughts like, “Maybe I should stop writing, or maybe I’m not really a writer.” Hogwash. I’m not sure what would be left if God removed the writer from me.
Over the weekend, I cleaned a window. The actual outside of the window, and it startled me with it’s sparkling cleanliness as I walked by. Wouldn’t it be nice if everything in life could be as clear as a clean window and as easily achieved. It took less than 5 minutes to return it to it’s original clarity.
Why did I clean this one window? Because it’s my favorite one to gaze out of as I write. The weather forecast is calling for rain all day and there’s a little weather app at the bottom of my laptop screen. It can’t make up it’s mind about the rain, so one minute it says, ‘Rain to stop’, and the next minute it says, ‘Flood’. There’s a large gap of uncertainty between those two events.
This window had a water stain running the length of it from the last rain we had, and it was distracting. Every time I’d gaze out the window, I couldn’t help but notice the stain, but today the window is clear and it reveals a totally different story. We cannot believe everything we think, especially first thing in the morning, so give the mind a moment to clear.
Wherever you choose to sit and write, I hope it’ll offer a clear view.