Today I sit down at the computer and I do not know what I am going to write about. This is often the case,
but usually I just don't write. It's been a rather lackluster year of blogs thus far. I could write about
kids, or code, or my hopes, my dreams and my fears. I could write about the last book I read, or one of the
books I'm reading now. I could write about things in my life I have no control over, or I could focus on
those things I bend to my will. My daughter is in London, writing, as part of a class. I am somewhat
jealous, because I have never been to Europe at all. I am glad she has the opportunity though. I don't
know how much writing I would get done in another country. There would be a lot to see and do.
In our lives there are many things we do not write down. We all have our private fears and failings. And those we love
sometimes ask us to keep secret their struggles. And sometimes we do not have the energy to record
life because living it takes all we've got. And sometimes when there is nothing good to say then it's
best to say nothing at all. But I don't believe there can ever be nothing good to say. We are always
surrounded by things which are good and things which are not. What we choose to focus on is our choice.
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