Sometimes when I think I want to write about something, I feel kind of lame. I tell myself that, well, I don’t really have much to say. There’s no interesting philosophical idea floating around in my head, nothing interesting has happened to me lately, it’s just been another normal day in another normal week. I’m not a secret agent, I’m not a scientist discovering new things, I haven’t even done much exploring lately.
But I realized that when I see my husband (yep! It’s true!) at the end of the day when we’re both home, I don’t shut up. I tell him every little detail about my day, whether he acts interested or not. (To his credit, he usually does!) I find that I have so much to say … and there’ s no reason that I can’t write it down if I can share it with somebody.
For example, yesterday while we were on the phone, I saw a chipmunk scurry across the front porch. It was the first chipmunk I’ve seen since living at our new place. It was so exciting! He scurried so fast that I hardly saw him. I wondered where he was going in such a hurry, and why he should be scared since I was inside and he was outside, and there was no one else around. I wondered how he could run so fast. I wondered where he lives, and if that was where he was running to. I wondered why they are so darn cute.
I could write a whole page about that little chipmunk if I wanted to. And maybe I will.
Today’s lesson/challenge: Write about anything and everything. Write it to yourself, or write it to the world.
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