Struggling with what to write about I am trying out poetry for the first time if that is even what to call this prose.
Here I am...doing nothing. I should be doing, growing, creating, earning. I write about nothing, express nothing. I am empty. My well is dry. Only God can fill me. Nothing motivates me, inspires, excites or lifts me up....today. Maybe this too will pass...how I feel today. I feel better on rainy days. Maybe I need… Continue reading Doing Nothing – My Dry Well