Because I’m bad at consistently motivating myself to put pen to paper, I’ve decided to challenge myself to set aside a half hour or so every day I can to write as much as I can, then set it aside and not touch it again.
I’m learning to live with imperfection because, by definition, creativity is imperfect.
written June 10, 2020
“A Kid, Aged 20-something”
When I was young I wanted nothing more than to be old.
“Act like a kid and we’ll treat you like one.”
I acted grown-up,
I talked grown-up,
I ate at the grown-up table.
“You’re so mature for your age.”
I learned how to blend in with the parents,
Not the kids,
To talk shop, talk down,
Instruct the children to behave.
“Act your age.”
Always a teacher’s delight,
A sit-alone-at-lunch-to-read kid.
How was I supposed to act?
And now that I’m old,
I want nothing more
Than to have that kid back.
A desperate wish,