You know, there are days I just don’t feel like writing these. Days I just don’t feel I have anything of importance to say or contribute, days I feel that the majority of my life thus far has been simply an exercise in treading water.
And here I am, stuck in the middle of the deep end, wondering why I haven’t swum to one of the sides, heaved myself out, dried off, and moved on. But which side? And move on where? And how do you know that’s the right step? And how do you know the water wasn’t warmer than the air outside will be?
On these days, no. I have nothing to contribute except my experience. But even that experience seems to defy this medium, these words, preferring to remain speechless.
Amy Holt 