Thank You for Open
Sometimes I get stuck. I feel like my mind is rusting, locked up, caught in the familiar routines of my everyday existence.
It’s like my brain has a meter.
Only so much creative energy can run through the meter before it shuts down to avoid combusting. A little sign pops up: Closed
Sometimes the closed window needs a little WD-40.
The window flips to Open and I start all over again.