The reflection of IKEA is in my rear view mirror. I’m early. Traffic is congested on I-25 where I have an excellent view. Something to entertain me until the doors behind me open.
Everyone is going. Or coming. And I wonder randomly about all those drivers.
I think of their TO DO lists.
People on personal missions. What holds them back? Did they plan well? Did they think it out? Are they going to make it to their destinations? Or will they change their minds in the middle of the journey? Being in the right place at the right time. How many will make it to work on time?
Writing toward publication is like that.
We have our chosen work, something we believe in. Each day we show up. Things change. Our vision is altered. We inadvertently change our course. Or we allow someone else to change our course. We take a wrong turn. Turn right when it should have been left. Was it enough planning? Was it new information that grabbed us by the hair of our heads? Redo, Redo. The words flash before us.
Have we depended on an expired GPS?
Listening to too many people and adjusting to a collaborative vision?
Allowing traffic to interfere.
Have the whiz-bang gurus disrupted your idea, misled you?