With a dentist appointment scheduled this morning (2 fillings!) and bubs unsettled during my teeth check up the other week, I’ve decided to come early so I can get a coffee and settle him with a walk.
With a need to have some creative space I decided not to bring the writing I’m working on at the moment (I’m sleep deprived as well). But… after arriving an entire hour early (I’m in shock how I even managed to do that?!) I’m sitting in a cafe drumming my fingers not knowing what to do. Bubs is fighting sleep, but is at least content, and I the coffee has given me a clear head and I do actually want to write! All I have is a near new notebook, and no ideas. Just the desire to want to write! If only I bought along that novel I’m currently reading?! Which I had intended to do but after the third trip to pack the car this morning the thought of finding time to read seemed something so next year. Plus I don’t want to feel like I have to write every time I’m at a cafe. It’s almost be giving myself permission not to that I now want to!
This time is valuable, both thinking and chilling. At least I’ve used this time to ponder, and write this post. And I’d better finish up or before I know it I’ll be late!