The blank screen I left last night–still here. Not that I didn’t have things to write. Quite the contrary, I had too many thoughts last night. As always, I fight with myself and argue that my words aren’t good enough. I declared defeat and went to bed at 10:30 PM–something I haven’t done in months. At 7 AM the next day, making my coffee, bidding my lovely mother to have a nice day at work, returning to the blank document, I realized it wasn’t really defeat. It’s not defeat when you give your thoughts a rest they deserve; and so the words will return. They always do. I just need to let them know that I’m waiting here. Always.