49 Marbles
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
Benjamin Franklin
Ex-man and the kids picked me up from the airport last night and the kids came back to my house with me. It was so good to be home and get back into our routine. I missed them while I was away. I missed being a Mom.
Today, when they were at school, dude in New Orleans called. He said he wanted to be with me. I told him that it’s impossible, that it wouldn’t work. He says, “All I know is that I love you,” and then he hung up.
When I get home from work tonight, I called a friend. I told her all about my trip and I explained what happened with the dude. I told her that I can’t imagine the relationship going anywhere. She says, “Stop thinking like a writer. You don’t have to know the final act. You don’t have to know the outline, just go with it. See where it takes you.”
Hmmm, but there’s a missing quality in this whole situation and my left brain is acutely aware of its absence - discernment: the act or process of exhibiting keen insight and good judgment. I can’t have gone through this whole journey, these 317 marbles, to choose a situation that’s so wrong for me. Yet the other part of me wonders if dude was somehow the answer to my prayer. I did get home safely. What I do from here is tomorrow’s marble.
Benjamin Franklin
Ex-man and the kids picked me up from the airport last night and the kids came back to my house with me. It was so good to be home and get back into our routine. I missed them while I was away. I missed being a Mom.
Today, when they were at school, dude in New Orleans called. He said he wanted to be with me. I told him that it’s impossible, that it wouldn’t work. He says, “All I know is that I love you,” and then he hung up.
When I get home from work tonight, I called a friend. I told her all about my trip and I explained what happened with the dude. I told her that I can’t imagine the relationship going anywhere. She says, “Stop thinking like a writer. You don’t have to know the final act. You don’t have to know the outline, just go with it. See where it takes you.”
Hmmm, but there’s a missing quality in this whole situation and my left brain is acutely aware of its absence - discernment: the act or process of exhibiting keen insight and good judgment. I can’t have gone through this whole journey, these 317 marbles, to choose a situation that’s so wrong for me. Yet the other part of me wonders if dude was somehow the answer to my prayer. I did get home safely. What I do from here is tomorrow’s marble.
Do you like knowing the final act? What would happen if you stayed in the present and let the magic unfold?
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