The words are not going to write themselves. Not even if I talk about writing them.
I always say I’m going to do it and I never stick to it. It’s always because ‘I don’t have time’ but it’s really because, who cares what I have to say? Which I then realized, is precisely the reason I should write. It makes me happy and someone else might be able to take something from it. And if not, who cares what I have to say anyway.
It always takes a little warm-up, so I figured a haiku wouldn’t be a bad way to start.
Warm winter embrace To be in San Francisco In January