7

 It is only the second day of Lent and I am riddled with anxiety about my free writing exercise. Will I be able to write a thousand words? What if the words just won’t come? My worries are so completely incongruous with the reality that every thought that I have is scaffolded by words. And, I am thinking all of the time. So, perhaps, my actual concern here is whether I will have any worthy thoughts to commit to words in this space.

I woke up early this morning to start my writing exercise. The room is dark, except for the glow of my screen. So, I can look out of the windows and see the night-dawn world without the glare of indoor lights. It looks foggy outside- a rare sight in arid Colorado. You can see the quality of the air against the light of Margaret’s lamp post and Ivo’s porch lights across the street. It’s beautiful.

I sit on the couch with my laptop in my lap and try to let the words come and go without judgment, as I do with my thoughts in meditation. Having already done the exercise once the day before, I feel braver.