Blank pages

Some mornings, this blogging thing is easy.

Something funny happens, or I have an interesting thought. I just sit down and hammer away at the keys, check my spelling, hit “publish” and I’m done.

But other times, it’s a little tougher. Not that it’s more laborious- there’s not a lot of sweat involved in typing. I just mean that sometimes it’s harder to fill the page with anything good.

Or anything at all.

Sometimes I just stare at the blank screen, that little cursor blinking, waiting, like an impatient finger tapping on a desk.

But I’m committed to doing this, so I know eventually I’m gonna have to post something.

It has to be done.

Words have to be written.

Similarly, some mornings, this living thing is easy.

Something exciting happens, or I have an interesting schedule. I bounce through life, having great conversations, managing projects, accomplishing goals.

But other times, it’s a little tougher. Sometimes it’s harder to fill my day with anything good.

Or anything at all.

Sometimes I stare at a blank day, the clock ticking, like an impatient acquaintance waiting for me to do something.

But I’m still alive, so I know eventually I’m gonna have to do something.

It has to be done.

Life has to be lived.