A rainy day Monday. A gentle, soothing rain. A quiet, slow day for reflections.
Reflections in glass. Raindrops collecting and sitting still. Just waiting.
Today I'm going to start the daily practice of taking a photograph each day and writing about it. Can I do it? The problem, I fear, is not "can I do it?" but can I stop with just one? Today I shot this raindrop picture and then had another idea with a bird sculpture. I've spent about two hours so far.
Is that bad?
What else do I need to be doing?
Is it important that it's 10:30 and I'm still in my pajamas?
I don't know. I haven't quite gotten rid of the work tyrant in my head. He's still up there saying I should be doing something "important." But I've made him start defining important. I don't answer him as quickly as I used to. But he still debates and cajoles and scolds.
