First Day

It's Friday. I have an hour before my next client. I could review a will, but I don't really want to.  My clavicle area is sore from Iyengar yoga this week, and I've had a coke. I'm futsy.  Writing feels better than working. 

I feel tremendously guilty for starting a blog.  I've committed to so many writing projects over  the years that I don't follow through with, I give myself internal emotional hives making yet another committment. 

Writing committments are like new boyfriends.  Hopeful, but with a bit too many memories of how things  fail.

Let's see how this new forum goes.  Baby steps.