I have spent my days
stringing and unstringing my instrument
while the song I came to sing
– Rabindranath Tagore
My mom’s friend Sally posted this on Facebook a couple of weeks ago, and it pierced me. I’ve been procrastinating mightily, and it’s time to stop. I’ll be writing a lot more in the coming days. I’ll be blogging, memoir-ing, and plotting out the stories I’ve been thrashing myself for not writing. Even if I write just 5 minutes a day, and even if I produce garbage that no one wants to read, I’m going to exercise these muscles. They’ve shriveled and I’m tired of being mad at myself about it.
That is all, for today. It’s a start.