I have hit the delete button more than one time as I sit here for an hour now not knowing how to put my thoughts on a post.
I started with possibly talking about our fireplace and the beautifully decorated Christmas tree next to it. Deleted that. Started over with stating the obvious that I haven’t posted since February, that I was frozen in winter season. Deleted that.
Rewrote again about reflecting how 2022 has been very good to me. Hit Delete button again. I did not want this post to sound like a diary. Deleted the sentence before this yet again.
Nothing. No words of wisdom. Nothing that could move me past this wall of blank creativity.
Only one thing that struck me is that I can start over. Again.
And maybe this is a message for someone who is reading my post, that although it appears meaningless to me, to you it is not.
Maybe what you need to hear is that there is a Delete button that you can use to start over. Again. Then Yet again.
Tomorrow, we can do it again. Maybe tonight we rest and put all thoughts aside to await the new dawn. Tomorrow is just a few hours away but in this moment, we just need to take a deep cleansing breath. And believe. It’s the season after all.
Delete makes sense. Delete starts over.




