The Only Thing

“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”

–Gloria Steinem

Photo from Clipart Library

 

There’s a sort of thrill

In a well-worn notebook

And a secluded corner

Scribbling out half-formed ideas

With ink stained fingers.

Don’t get me wrong—

Confidence is no friend of mine—

But in these moments

I almost feel it:

Like I could almost do anything

But I can definitely do this.

 

As I stare at a blinking line

On an empty word document that’s been open for hours

Trying to decide what order

That my thoughts should go,

So they fit perfect like puzzle pieces,

And maybe I’ll get it wrong

The first dozen or so times,

And everything I do is still singed with self-doubt.

But I realize,

There’s nowhere and nothing else that I’d rather be.