Questioning my Way to Answers
Today is one of those days when writing daily blog posts seems like a bad idea.
I'm spent. I have nothing left to give. Which raises the question: Why give at all? Why keep this one self-made commitment, when I feel so strongly about not cluttering up the internet with shallow ideas and half-formed thoughts?
I'm hoping that I'll eventually write my way to a good answer. But it's day 170 and I still don't have one. Maybe in another hundred.
I spent last night at the urgent care clinic with a stomachache that's been getting progressively worse since I flew to Minneapolis for a content strategy conference two weeks ago. The doctor did some embarrassing tests that revealed nothing.
"You probably picked up a virus," she said, staring down at her paperwork. "Follow up with your family doctor in a day or two."
When I got home, the yard sparkled with fireflies.