I’ve been sick these past couple of days, just the kind of crud that seems to respond to cold medicine, but is right back at its baseline badness once the cold medicine wears off, and I’m grouchy and I feel like every time I open my mouth, it’s to complain about something.
And yet, this morning, when I sat down to write, I felt good, in my soul, about it. A little excited to take a moment to write some words.
I felt lucky. Fortunate to be able to do this.