We made it home from church this afternoon and while my daughter had rest time and my husband headed out to play Ultimate Frisbee I thought, "This would be a great time to sit and write today's slice."
I didn't, because I had no idea what I was going to write about. I led worship this morning and then had been wrapped up in details from being a member of church council. I did get a chance to talk with a lovely couple, as it was their last Sunday before moving on to other adventures. But there wasn't a moment that stood out as 'a moment of life' to sit and write about.
Laundry, dishes, making dinner, cleaning a child, weekly Skype conversation with in-laws, eating dinner, bedtime routine all passed and again I had a moment that I could sit and write. Again I had no inspiration about what I could possible write about.
My husband and I sat together to continue our Star Wars marathon. Another 20 or so minutes into Episode XI I was nodding off. My husband knew I hadn't sliced yet so thought it might be a good idea for me to sit and write. He offered to head into the kitchen to prep vegetables and fruit for the week. I was bleary eyed and still uninspired so I lie down on the couch, set a time for 32 minutes, and promptly drifted off to sleep. Much more than 32 minutes I awoke. The timer had exhausted itself on silent and I still had no idea what I was going to write about.
Now it is past eleven and a moment has not magically unfolded, though there have been fleeting thoughts of possibilities nothing has sparked the writer within me. Never-the-less, this is a muscle to be exercised regularly this month and I will do my dangdest to not miss a day.
There you have it.