I am writing because I have to,
because I committed,
because I’m supposed to,
I’m too tired….
I don’t wanna….
I’m not feeling it…
How long does it have to be?
Can’t I do something else?
I feel like a reluctant student.
I can’t think of a topic.
I don’t have anything exciting happening in my life.
I don’t know how to make meaning out of my life.
I supposed I could write about how busy life is,
how hard it is to find time to do everything,
about my weight training today,
how it hurt and felt good at the same time,
and how I had fun even though,
I wasn’t feeling it.
I could write
about how amazing my practicum student is at grading,
about how my children fight,
about how my dog likes to hand me a half chewed rawhide–
like I want that…
I suppose I could blog on…about the randomness,
but I have 4,000 more steps to go to reach my quota,
so I can get $40 from my health insurance.
There’s my slice of randomness,
because I have to…