It’s only one thing.
It shouldn’t be that difficult to finish.
It wasn’t difficult to begin
It happens all the time. A thing creeps into my mind unbidden. Appears out of nowhere or crawls out from the dark spaces between a lot of little ideas strung together.
And it sits there, glowing and existing and refusing to be ignored.
That one thing takes over my brain and I can’t focus on anything else.
So then the thought of being finished with that one thing, of letting it go, feels scary because my mind would be so empty without it.
Until the next thing comes along.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.