Come a long way

My comfort dog is always ready to serve.

Every time I write in my journal, I start the day by writing the day and the date, and most days I ask myself the same questions: How can it be Monday already? When did we get to mid-April? What happened to when 2023 was in the far-flung future?

Life just keeps happening, and suddenly we find ourselves flung far. It’s like the old saw made new again: “How did THAT happen?” “Well, gradually, and then all at once.”

I come to the journal to try out little profundities, or a crazy story, or just to watch myself think on a page. Some thoughts keep repeating themselves, and occasionally something is brand new (although sometimes, too, I find out I thought that “brand new” thought years ago and forgot).

What am I thinking today? Obviously, I’m thinking about thinking.

Some days I arrive at the journal page all full of piss and vinegar and ready to do something. Other days I just sit and vegetate and “Oh bother, what’s the use?” Today is one of those “don’t just sit there, do something” kind of days, which is good, because I have things to do, one of which is writing in my journal. It’s good when you can check off something on the to-do list bright and early.

Wow. 2023. There were times I didn’t think I’d get here, and now — what next?

Published by WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, Dejah and Summer, and Blackberry, an insistent cat. Author of It's Going to Be All Right, Echoes of Freedom Past, Full, Refuse to be Afraid, Gladness is Infectious, 24 flashes, How to Play a Blue Guitar, Myke Phoenix: The Complete Novelettes, A Bridge at Crossroads, The Imaginary Bomb, A Scream of Consciousness, and The Imaginary Revolution.

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