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…
And yet you crafted a wonderful poem. I love your lines. Writing is not the only thing that I feel this way about sometimes…
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That’s just the right length…
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Isn’t that the truth! I think this might be the hardest thing to teach our kiddos too – that sometimes, we really DON’T want to write…but we do it anyway! Thanks for sharing!
Oh, and the half-chewed rawhide – I’m right with ya! The other day I stepped on one – barefoot! Ew!!
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Love it! I just left another comment about how great it is to write even when we don’t feel like it, even when we have no inspiration. Thanks for pushing through your “I don’t wanna” and finding this excellent slice!
~Stacie
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I LOVE this post. It is real and it is raw. It speaks of the pieces of your life and the pressures of time. I LOVE this post.
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You comment made me chuckle–stepping on a rawhide. That could be a fun slice.
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