My shoulders ache. I stretch, lamely trying to make them stop. They won’t, not until much later. I will first have to endure the drive to school, car line and a who-knows-how-long waiting room stay before relief is in sight. I’ll stay off the computer tonight to let them rest and maybe heal. I’ll do the same the next night and the next until it stops.
Pain is exhausting. But I will get ahead of it; I just need to be patient.
The change in the calendar has lifted my spirits; I love new beginnings, new opportunities. I’m making progress on my novel, slowly, as much as my shoulders will bear it.
Yin and yang. Black and white. Good and bad.
I reach for something to share here, but peace is boring, I think. Maybe I should fight for something, but when I consider it I feel like everything has been said and, even if it’s not been said, why go around in the same circles, endless running and getting exactly nowhere? Better to do than to say.
And so this page is intentionally left blank to make room for life.