What Happens When I Write in the Morning

I make the bed.

I get dressed in a timely fashion.

I fold the laundry that's waiting in the basket.

And put it away.

I play with the cat.

I say "yes" more.

I tackle the piles of paper.

I call my mother back.

I do yoga or take a walk.

Sometimes both.

I smile a lot.

And the world smiles back.

Comments

[lucy]

a resonating post here. just stopped by to say hello. i've just recommitted to writing for myself, perhaps you'd like to join me :)
happy easter!

[Karen]

Slow Panic--I fight it too...so strange--fighting joy...

[Slow Panic]

happens for me too. yet i constantly fight it. i don't know why.

[Karen]

Laura--I think that I am my most "me" when I regularly write...

Kara--thank you--it feels so good!!

[kara]

I'm smiling back.....this is sweeeeeet!

[The Other Laura]

Wonderful, I know exactly what you mean.

(Frank says that he can walk in the door and tell by the look on my face whether I've written that day or not.)