If I should ever sit down to write all the words in my head I am quite certain I will become a confirmed insomniac. It seems to me that the words flow inside my head in the dark. The ideas glimmer and then seem to gel into place. But… the second I get up to write them down they vanish. That’s the gist of this post. I had it in my head but now it seems to be a bunch of fragmented spotty segments that won’t tie together.
It started with Donna over at Retirement Reflections borrowing my idea about a travelling book (I should link to hers and mine but the energy to do this escapes me tonight) and then my realizing her idea about the WOTY books was brilliant. Because somehow my commitment to the word is too passive. I am mildly seeking it but not somehow embracing working towards it. So then I used my Libby app to find, easily, a dozen books that jumped into my lap all centered around HOPE. Which then lead me to thinking I could tie this all up into a LInkz post about the my WOTY.
And while I’ve done that in 2 paragraphs I haven’t done it with any finesse that’s for sure. Not an iota of flair or a harmony of words that build. It’s a 24 piece puzzle not a 1000 piece puzzle. And perhaps that’s ok. Perfection at all costs can take the fun from life. Pretty sure there must be a message of hope in there but I’m tapped out. Too much insomnia, too much concern about a world (large and small aspects of it) gone array. I watched the northern lights spin and dance as minutes ran into hours the other night. So there you have it. A short update on how HOPE seems at this moment — tantalizingly vague.