The year was 2008, and I found myself nowhere, or at least nowhere near where I thought I would be. I was writing, but not faithfully. I was thinking, but not consciously about anything.
I was waiting in a waiting room, but hadn't even signed my name; so who would even call it. I remember looking at the calendar and for myself as it relates to my passion and pen, there was nothing to look forward to. Aside from wife and mother, both beautifully fulfilling in their own dimension, concerning Sarena, there was an echo.
As attracted as I was at one time to my future, I had stopped dating it. I had stop spending time with it, and daydreaming with it. That feeling of emptiness gave way to this truth: In order to have a due date, I must first engage in the act of doing. It is a learned lesson I remind myself of still.