I’m not gifted. I’m not talented. Not today. Probably not tomorrow.
Maybe. Fuck it. We’ll let history decide.
Then again, I could be wrong.
The family’s been around due to the MLK holiday. The normal peace and quiet didn’t enter into my day until late.
I feel a little less in control on those days.
But as I bantered back in forth between the running book of blues dialogues in my head while my sister and I watched Book of Eli, I started to wonder if I was simply overwhelmed by all the projects bombarding my plate.
And I realized that I stopped feeling lethargic when I got in the car and got on the highway.
So I came to this conclusion: I’m one of those people that doesn’t get moving til I feel the day moving forward.
Oh, the road.
And once I get perspective on my day, I get a proper view of my projects and what I’m able to do on them that day.
And the day gets a little better.
Now if I can only get them going sooner…