Today is Wednesday and blog posting day.
Only one word has come to mind.
I am beginning to hate the word.
Where did people get the idea I automatically sit down and attempt to write profound musings?
Today the pressure was inhibiting.
The reality… I tell little stories; I don’t try to be profound at all.
Maybe it’s the act of not wanting to be ruled by a deadline.
This is its own pressure.
Wednesday is here so a story must appear.
I’m not even looking for something profound… I’m just looking.
And odd, I have the story for next week; it’s done and ready to post.
However it’s not the story for today.
And it’s certainly not profound.
My life has become sublime. So today, to stop and write a blog seems pointless and somehow not profound at all.