Once more it is a cold day and that’s okay, but one of my greatest enemies has decided that now (of all times) is the best time to return. That enemy?
I do not like this battle that I now have to fight. I don’t like that this is going to go on for a long time. I don’t like that it keeps on coming back. Slows own my writing and makes my fingers feel more inflexible than they already are.
Sure, I could wear gloves but gloves get in the way and slow the writing down also. This sis something that I want to avoid, but truly the only way to slay the beast is by confronting it and making sure that it stays down for the rest of the day. Whether this actually happens is another story entirely, however.
You see, the other issue is that I’m feeling lazy, so I need to combat two things in order to slay one thing and so the cold hands might have the win today. I don’t want to admit this, but maybe I will have to admit to the defeat that I face. A sad issue to be sure, but perhaps it is the only way. Perhaps I have no fight here as the desire to relax and do nothing is just too strong for my to be able to take on in one day.
If this were spread over a succession of days, then perhaps there might be a chance. As this is not, there is no chance. There is no turning around. Well, okay, maybe there is, and by maybe I mean definitely, but I don’t want to take that chance. I don’t want to have the potential to succeed. I just want to get on with other things and worry about those other things. However, try as I might, my enemy returns to haunt me, showing that there is no escape without the confrontation of the ages in this instance.
Well, I guess there will be no being lazy this morning. There will only be preparation as I will probably need to succeed. I don’t want to walk away losing this battle, as that may prevent anything from happening. That might even prevent the being lazy, which is something I so heavily cherish on certain days when it has been raining for a while, such as today as it still is raining. Perhaps this is why the cold hands chose today of all days to strike out and torment my existence once more.
Maybe there is no escape from this. Maybe once this battle is done, there will be another with the same foe down the track. Perhaps this is an endless cycle that I must accept in order to atone for my crimes against sensibility and writing. If so, I shall continue to fight. I don’t want to, but if it means I pay for my crimes, then I can succeed and move on.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:34:49
Not a bad speed for a bit of silliness.
Written at home.