What is it about a long weekend that siphons out my go-go-go? I have a long list, one that I am fond of, that calls to me. Articles to write, writing to edit, books to read. But here I am, staring at the screen, trying to summon my oomph.
I could blame a number of things. But I won't. The truth is that I'm motivated, but sluggish. My bookworm has cocooned and is hoping to sleep a bit and awaken as a butterfly in the sky.
But I know better. The only way out is through. So I'm writing to tell you, sweet blog, that while I am against my wall, napping standing, I know that in a few moments my feet will slide and I will begin my racing glide toward the next jump in my journey.
It's nice though, isn't it? To rest a moment, stretch my legs, and savor a bit of the anticipation.