Diligence.

I have to be diligent. And I have not been so, lately. Sometimes, it feels like I've done so much and so little in a day and when it's time to write, it's hard. Today, so much happened and nothing happened at all. I washed dishes this morning and Belle Star talked about some customers, some f***ing nut jobs, but I wasn't listening too closely, so really, Belle Star talked about nothing, you see? And then, after I'd walked the dogs and picked up their poop and given them treats, I decided that I wanted to make a butter. A delicious butter because it'd been a while since I'd even made butter! But instead, I took a sweaty nap and so, the butter stayed inside my head, like too many things, and remained a good idea. I have many good ideas, some great ideas, and a ton of bad ideas. But I think that's how it is with most of us. I'm always amazed when someone consistently brings a good idea out from inside them and sets it down like a Thanksgiving turkey, hot and succulent, for everyone to enjoy. I'm even amazed when someone consistently brings a bad idea out from inside then and sets it down like rotting milk, curdled and odorous, for everyone to whiff and shy away from. Me, I'm probably like you. Maybe not. Maybe you are consistent. Much more diligent in the fruition of your ideas. But maybe you are like me. Always thinking. Always full of some potential. Some kind of energy. Always inside yourself, peeking out once and a while. Terrified of the failure of your ideas. Terrified of ideas. Thinking of all the possibilities. Just thinking.