Just a Few Words

My heart doesn't want to be here at the computer writing this today.  I want to clean up things and straighten them.  I want to go play games and listen to podcasts.  I want to forget about the news stories I read from my e-mail, and I want to enjoy the thought of this being Donald Trump's last day as president of my country.

I want to share my anger with NYC protestors who were arrested last night on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.  I want to cry at the headlines that read that we've surpassed 400,000 deaths due to Covid-19--in a little over a year.  I want to share my joy at seeing the 200,000 flags spread across the mall to celebrate Joseph Biden's inauguration, and I want you to know my fears about California wildfires going forward as I listen to the howling of the winds outside my window right now.

But...I know I need to write something here each day.  I made a promise to myself that I intend to keep.  Writing and words are important to me, and sharing my love of them--by creating with them, is something I've always wanted to do.

So here we are.

I've been thinking about future plans for upcoming months, and I suppose I ought to explain that January was always meant to be a letter to my future self.  It was meant to inspire me as the months of 2021 roll on, and to remind me to ground myself every now and again in some important concepts.  But, of course, I had to follow that advice sooner than I thought I would--"be adaptable."

And while my heart and mind long to run away from this page today, I knew I needed to write just a few words.  I knew I needed to shove some thoughts onto the page--to remind myself that importance is reflected in the things we do, even in as much as the things we say.

So, future self, if you ever make it back here, I apologize for not writing something more inspiring.  But I hope you'll run away with me today and be as passionate as I feel, doing everything you can with all of your heart and soul to make today and each day hence better.