I made a to-do list, but I can’t seem to commit to it. It lists all the regular stuff: wash towels, buy milk, clean the turtle. I can’t bring myself to do any of it.
It’s not like I’m doing anything else. I swear, I’m just sitting here in silence.
I feel like these are the key moments that can bring the next, big idea. In silence, I can concentrate and visualize and recite this mantra in my mind: “The next, big idea lives in the silence of my thoughts…”
Too bad the next, big idea is afraid to answer the door because it is startled by a really loud neighbor, bla, bla, blaing in Spanish while birds try chirping over her and the phone keeps ringing with “unknown” on the caller ID.
It was only four months ago that I was home during the day. But everything seems so different this time around.