Unglue-yourself

I can't write today. I know it is a cop out. That saying "I can't." When in fact, I have two hands, a keyboard in front of me, and an open heart and mind. But sometimes it is hard to decide what we do in the face of distraction. Distractions? Oh, you know, like a fugitive on the lose somewhere outside of the coffee shop I am sitting in that overlooks the Charles River. Somewhere out there while my son plays or naps at home with our sitter watching him. I can't focus, yet getting it out on paper does help. The act of forcing myself to do what I think I cannot. To write. To process. To plan. To move on. To unglue myself from the TV (in our case we got rid of cable so I am ungluing myself from our ABC news on the internet). And guess what? I did it. If that's the last motivational thing I did today, at least I know, for better or worse, for safety or not, for moments full of hope or (sadly) devoid of hope, we. can. do. it. Home I go. Boston in my heart and prayers.