It's the end of my work day and I am sitting at my desk eating dinner before leaving. Tonight is the third time I will be attending the writing group. This night will be the hardest for me so far. Previous times I had my work come through me easily. This time--not so much. Of course, part of my problem is that I treat this in some way like I used to treat class. I let other things get in the way and I find myself desperate and at a deadline. I couldn't not do all the things that needed to get done in the past two weeks. I was just poor at using the little moments in between. It is really hard to go with the flow and not be swept away by the flow.
So I printed out a short essay I had mostly completed before. I will offer it up on the altar. Thankfully, this group doesn't seem the cannibal type. There will be some retail therapy on the way, a warm cider at the store. The day is still good. It always is.
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