I’m confused, reader. I feel a little like a hamster running on a wheel, just because it’s there. There are so many things I wish I could do, so many things I want to do… Picking one and sticking with it seems so scary. I settle for creative inertia instead, but now even that is grating on my nerves.
I took a long walk with Panda on Sunday morning, and tried to think. It didn’t help that Panda kept enacting different versions of this scenario.
|(I'll credit this as soon as Ken tells me where he got it from. It was too good not to share.)|
It had rained the previous night, and I was constantly distracted by scenes such as this.
Panda ran in mad circles about the lawn while I photographed mushrooms.
And I went back inside after my walk, as confused as I’d been before, but curiously comforted.