Showing Up

Sometimes it flows. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it freezes over.

I’m in a wee period of struggling to get myself to the keyboard.

Is that the time to shut up perhaps?

I don’t think so. I mean no one pays me for doing this. But I imagine this writing as though I’m booked in for a life time of shows in Vegas. Like Elvis.

The audience doesn’t care how I feel. Or if I’ve eaten one too many doughnuts. Or if my voice is a bit dodgy today. They paid for a show and they are expecting a show.

In my case, I’m the audience demanding the show. I paid for the ticket, and I expect me to show up.

So I’m Showing Up.


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