(My Favorite Picture from Jamaica)
For the first time since beginning to journal on line, I feel like I have dried up. I have spent over two years babbling about everything from High School to Ireland and then back again.
I think my inspiration sprang from my surroundings in Kentucky. There was always something available to spark a memory or throw my mind into thinking mode. Every road, every corner, every season, a song, people, weather, cemeteries, could open the creative doors. There seems to be nothing around to prod me into writing an ingenious entry!!
I have only written five pieces this month!!! Five!!! (this makes six). And I just got back from a vacation! And I almost have nothing to say about it. Incredible. I can't figure out what is wrong with me.
The upside has been that I am reading books again.
My long lost buddy emailed me this week end. I am so looking forward to seeing her in person soon. Though neither one of us has broached the subject as of yet, I know it is just around the corner.
It has sent me into a tailspin! I wonder if she could even recognize me now that I am well into middle age. The last time she saw me I was a smug skinny 30 year old. I am no longer smug nor skinny. I made an emergency visit to the drug store to stock up on miracle moisturizer and hair color.
I began a diet this morning! So far, so good.
I am about to commit to running the Triple Crown in Louisville beginning in Mid-March. I just need to check the dates to ensure there is not a conflict with The Saw Doctor concert in Cleveland on the 17th. My knee seems to have healed up nicely, time to tear it up again.
I figure that in six weeks, I should be ready to see her again. I will plan it so that I can saw breathlessly, "I just finished the 5K and was XXXXX in my age group."
Then she can say, "What a coincidence, I just turned down my XXXXX proposal of marriage."
It will be just like old times.