Last week I decided to write about money, so I sat down and began typing. I still haven’t gotten back into the routine for writing that I had before my collarbone broke, where I was doing a bit every day and then a lot on Saturday. Even the thought of writing is somewhat off-putting right now–it’s work, and I’m tired, so I don’t want to do it. Ever since they moved me to the Library at work, in fact, I’ve been a lot more mentally and emotionally drained.
But last week I sat down to write and fell right into the rhythm. It wasn’t like riding a bike, because that usually starts off a bit wobbly after a long break, and the muscles get tired eventually. No, it was like drowning, like just falling into a pool and relaxing and sinking in. Letting the water bear me where it will.
