Writing at Fifty Two
Photo by Navi Photography on Unsplash I wake, slowly opening my eyes. I sit on the edge of the bed and stretch. Making my way to the kitchen I look forward to my one cup of hot strong coffee. Now with coffee in hand I make my way to my writing chair where I will plop my butt until my words fill the screen. As my mind wakes with each sip of coffee the words that come to mind about my writing today fill my head: Love, honesty, sincerity. Then compassion, fulfilling float into my mind, and I wonder who or what I will be writing about today. With a deep breath in , then out, I let those words wash over me. I am a writer. Those words I realize speak my truest self. They will guide me today in my story telling. Here I sit now fully awake and I realize I am just waking up to my goals, my and my dreams at age fifty two. Words mater. I slowly glide my pen across the page. I prefer to write by hand. Soon my words will be on the page and ready for a read