July 4, 2013
Such stillness in the morning! Thereís only the sound of a woodpecker picking its meal from the trunk of a tree, the hum of my refrigerator. All seems peaceful. But no! My thoughts race from one task to another, and worse, I acknowledge the task and then reject it, like Iím a defiant brat. I have so many things to do. If Iíd just pick one-any one of them, start it and finish it and go to the next, then I would probably be on point by the end of the month. Could I do that?