I’m beginning to feel the itch; the push; the nudge; my water is about to break. I need to write. Maybe it’s the beat of the bluegrass music egging me on. Maybe it’s Dave’s sad eyes. Maybe it’s Robin’s blinding faith. Maybe it’s Rikki’s unrelenting kindness. Whatever it is, I feel the tug from ambition to write something quick and dirty (funny), but there is Joel’s imagined voice, yelling at me again, DO THE WORK.
Okay. Checking out until my gathering and Throw Me On the Burnpile and Light Me Up posts.
Ruiz’ Four Agreements
- Be impeccable with your word
- Don’t make assumptions
- Don’t take anything personally
- Always do your best