Some Days

This my ninth attempt at starting today’s blog. I’m starting to panic, and feel flooded with uncertainty. So I grab my shoes, go outside, and start walking. I listen to the sand crunch beneath my feet. The colors on the rock hills in front of me change as the sun sinks. I feel the cool air on my face and hands. There are small birds singing their last songs of the day, and dogs calling to each other. The world outside the one in my head comes back into focus, and things make sense again. So today I won’t write a masterpiece...I’m okay with that.