As usual, I am sitting at work; trying to look busy, trying to sort out my bills, trying to figure out what I have to do when I get home. Then I have the thought I usually do when I don’t have much else to do.
Wow, I haven’t written in a while.
I am always tempted to fulfill the need to write—but a lot of the time, I fall flat. I run out of what to say. Those times, I feel like what I say and think doesn’t matter to anyone, so why bother?