There are times when I sit down to write, as I sip my coffee, and let the music, whether it be something from the French Impressionists, or 1950's jazz, and the rest of it just happens. It takes me to a place, that unless it is something that you are families with, it is hard to explain, other then to say, when it is all going right, the real world.
The world of work, and all of the things that go along with that, seem to be a million miles away, and that the only thing that really seems to matter is how much of all of this that I can get done.
Well it is all good, and the only thing that I know right now is, that there are times, when all is going well with this, or seems to be going well, and the spell gets broken, it would seem that the world, at least at that moment, has ended, and there is nothing that is going to be able to get that back.
In the meantime, the only thing left to say is that I just hope at those times when I do have it, it lasts just a little longer each time. What else is there left to say, except that after all is said and done, this is one of the few things that I have in my life that I hve to look forward to and one of the few things in my life that I have been told that I was ever any good at, at all.
Well this is about all for right now. As always, I pray that all of you are doing well and that I will be hearing from you soon. It’s all good.
It’s all good. So it goes. Press on regardless.