The classroom… How I still, somewhere in my character want to be full-time, at a university, publishing and lecturing, traveling… why don’t I. Okay, okay… before I go down that Road too far, what am I doing now. Writing. At work. When I could as I see others be on my phone watching YouTube videos or just looking at the clock till it reaches clock-in time. I’m not elevating self above them, but this reality has me realizing my purpose and what I’m to be doing. The idea then comes into my head, go out to dinner tonight and write about the discussion, about the restaurant, about the quiet house. Where I am, what I’m doing.
Someone walks their dog outside, past the window, dog pees on one of the bushes to right, I sniffle a couple times and then feel tired, take a sip of latte, then think of cancelling dinner this evening. That time could be spent, should be spent, writing. AND, I probably shouldn’t be going out if I don’t feel my most self of selves, no?