Some days, the words come so easily. And then there’s today—a day marked by a writing tango that would give even the most indecisive waltzer a run for their money.
Tonight’s attempt has been a series of starts and stops, an odyssey of writing and deleting. There I was, determined to write something meaningful, only to backspace it out of existence in record time. With each sentence, a whole new genre seemed to emerge: existential reflection, a plot twist, maybe even some poetic musings about coffee. And yet…delete, delete, delete.
Act One: Write.
Act Two: Delete.
Act Three: Reconsider topic entirely.
Act Four: Delete again.
Act Five: Question life choices.
Act Six: Repeat.
Suddenly, I find myself staring at a blank screen, feeling so close, yet so far, from the finish line of “Thirty Days, Thirty Posts.” The irony isn’t lost on me—it’s Day 29, and here I am, hovering in writer’s limbo, as if Day 30 is some mythical land just out of reach.
Naturally, my mind jumps ahead. I’m thinking, "What should I write for Day 30?" But what should I write for Day 29? Not so sure. Maybe that's exactly what today's post is supposed to be: a celebration of indecision, a nod to the writer’s dilemma. So here it is, in all its overthought glory.
Some posts are profound. Some are insightful. And then there's Day 29.
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