Waiting On The Road To Somewhere
There’s a part of me that’s forever waiting in gas station parking lots.
When I moved into a new role at my day job at the end of February I lost the rhythm of writing Five Bullets, something I’ve done nearly every Friday since 2022. Though it was tough to let this go for the time being, I allowed myself to be ‘ok’ with it and let my creative energy move elsewhere. But lately I’m missing the routine of publishing each week.
Instead of jumping back into the same pattern, I want to try something new. I want to publish a wider variety of writing. I want to finish work and put it out into the world.
Earlier this week I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to work on when a memory I hadn’t thought about in forever popped into my head. (Does this happen to you too?) I wrote this short prose piece about that memory. I hope you enjoy reading.
One of many gas station stops on the road to somewhere.
