September.
Back to everything time.Back to this, back to that, back to routine, back to…..
I know, I know – I’ve had a holiday and I should be brimming with inspiration and wit and repartee (whatever THAT is), but you know what?
I feel like jacking it all in.
What’s the point eh?
Why?
Write, write, write, and write for what?
Maybe I should just shut the whole blog down.
Chuck it in, throw in the towel, and disappear into the sunset.
Hmmmmm.
I’ve been looking for a muse, no one has stepped up to the plate and - hey, they don’t even HAVE muses anymore!
Do you know what? I wrote to a muse and asked them to be my muse and they replied – I don’t think I would be very good as a muse!
How can a muse say such a thing?
It’s not amusing.
Someone did say this though – “I’d like to hear what was going on “off-stage” in between the you and HE in August.”
On off stage – I like that.
September could be that…. On off month.
It fits (for me).
It will be a challenge.
I like a challenge.
The photo above gives an idea of what we might get.
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3 comments:
i said dont go
no matter how wonderful that sunset is
As your journal notes quote Wilhelm Stekel: “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one”.
True.
With age comes many things -- good and bad. Wisdom, perspective, greater appreciation for life, patience [perhaps], empathy, vulnerability, longing for what might have been and mourning what we believe to be lost.
Take heart, be strong. Chuck Bits N Bobs? Madness.
"For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought." — Edmund Spenser (The Faerie Queene)
Signed,
Muse-come-lately
You speak with much wisdom and encouragement, thank you, i'm off for a search.
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