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No structure, big problem

I’m a writer.

We operate in silence. in solitary. in fact, we like this. because as soon as someone interrupts us, we are done. Have to start ALL over again. from the beginning.

We are self starters. i mean, who is gonna start us? we, the people, who are here by ourselves.

Lonely? not us. we like it this way. usually. but it’s not as easy as it seems. have you noticed?

Creating a structure for yourself is a monumental effort. Not a soul in the house to tell you, “GET to WORK!” Nobody holding you accountable. No one demanding billable hours.

Just you. and the screen. or rather you and your thoughts before a screen.

So many have said, “you’re so lucky! You have no one telling you what to do!” no annoyance. no interruption. Pure, you-time. Well, now we all have you-time. Whatchu doing with your you-time?

I’m constantly looking for mine. Not kidding, it’s a 24 hour search.

And all that unstructured time you used to envy me for? all that time that I was free to spend however I wished?

Ah, now we’re all in this together. you and me and every we.

How’s that structure coming? now that we have to supply it. No structure, no problem?

No structure, big problem.

Ask a writer. we specialize in long, empty days that we fill with whatever comes. when it comes.

A lot has come.

A Perfecting Time

My hair is long
My nails unkempt
My clothes askew
My face unwashed
Thus unadorned
I go before my day.

This day, 
as the last
and the one before it
and the one 
before 
that.

How many more?
I cannot say
I have no say
Lord, how long?

Instead, 
You turn me to me
And I dare to look;
one me upon the other,
at the we that is only me.
And I am

I, 
the one you love,
have loved
still love.

Take me to then,
that then when 
it was just you and I
and I was perfect.

My hair askew
but you were all I knew.
My skin aglow
when you're all I know.
Naked and fresh
Unwashed and penniless.

That beginning time
when You were mine
and I was thine.

And everyday hence
that You proposed I go;
Including this day
when wilderness itself
greets me at my front door
and I step willingly into it.

I,
Worn plain
Yet Your love is the same.
Perfect
and perfecting still.





The moment of trust

Steady, Steady as she goes
Climb aboard.

Pedal, foot to the pedal
Daddy’s got you.
 
Whoaaaa, Wobblinggg, 
Wheww, got my balance.
 
Roll, Rolling, easy does it.
 
Fast, Faster, this is easy!

Look at me! 

Tip, Tipping,
Daddy, where are you?
 
Steer, Handle bars steering
 
Squeeze, Breaks are slowing
 
Turn, Guiding and turning
 
Pedal, Push a bit harder
 
Pedal,, Move a bit faster
 
Pedal,,, Gettin' it going!
 
Dodge the bump
Ford the stream
Climb the hill
Chart the course
 
See you when you get home!
 
What a shame if I had held on 
and you could go only as fast as your father
And no farther.
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