A Day of Rest

I called and talked with my Mom earlier this evening, and she suggested that I ought to take a day off from writing.  While John and I were watching TV a short while ago, he suggested that doing so might not be so bad.  The strange thing is, ...if I did take a day off, I would feel restless--as if I had left something important undone.

You see, writing this blog for me isn't about landing a job or trying to find new things to talk about every day; it's about diving into writing with both feet first and immersing myself in the creative endeavor--finding a voice, a cause, a thought--finding something that matters to me, and conveying that to anyone who is willing to take a moment out of their day to listen--or in this case, read.

Maybe it's only one person.  Or maybe only two.  But each day, I have a chance to put into words -something-.  And if I weren't doing that, something important would be missing in my life.

So, Mom, John: while I appreciate the sentiment, this is one thing--for now--that I want to do.  And maybe when I've proved to myself that I can do this for a year, I'll have found all the things I was looking for when I began this journey.

And maybe then...I can rest.

For now, though--it's a blog post a day.  It keeps the restlessness away.

See you tomorrow, everyone!