Waiting isn’t an in-between time. Instead, this often-hated and underappreciated time has been a silent force that has shaped our social interactions. Waiting isn’t a hurdle keeping us from intimacy and from living our lives to our fullest. Instead, waiting is essential to how we connect as humans through the messages we send.
“What to do when you start getting impatient with yourself?”
Today, I found myself turning to Google for answers to this question. For reasons I cannot pinpoint, I started feeling impatient with myself. That I have not — cannot — write creatively. That my books lay unopened. That I’m being lousy in managing my blog/IG/Facebook page. And many more.
It scared me that I’m putting the blame on myself again. I know it’s wrong and I know I keep saying…
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We are more than sunlit afternoons
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
my heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
The above poem is a snippet of an old poem which can also be found here on this blog if you wish to look 🙂
How to describe that feeling
When I fell in love for the very first time
Memories buried in ancient history
Dim and distant details difficult to recall
The time which I need to go back to
Lies decades ago when I was just five
There was this cute boy in my kindergarten class
Who had stolen the hearts of nearly all the girls
The spirit of romance in little hearts awoke
All in the party were eager to be the one
Now I can’t even recall his name, but I still remember
The feeling, that first crush!
In response to the following prompts;
Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow
Today is Day 231 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.
Did you write yesterday? Half of the year is in our rear-view mirror, and I am drawing a line in the sand. The targets I missed, the stories I didn’t compose, they no longer matter. These last six months are history. Done. I won’t lie, 2020 kicked me in the head, leaving me stunned, unsteady, and incapable of completing anything beyond basic tasks. I bet I am not alone, but don’t count me out yet. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, right? I am confident I will discover I am more capable than I have ever been. I dug deep, reevaluated my annual goals, and I decided…
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