It's an off day. I am finding it a bit more challenging to type, and having to backspace and correct a bit more often than usual. (Thank the writing gods for spell check!) My brain, however, feels just fine despite the fact that I have settled on no topic whatsoever to write about. I've been flitting around the house doing odd chores too, rarely finishing one before I start another, so maybe that’s just how it is today. Maybe I’m supposed to occasionally relinquish the need to elucidate and simply state it how it is. Some days I’m not witty and wise – perhaps more often than I care to admit! – But it doesn’t automatically follow that I have nothing worth saying. There may be long stretches, in fact, of just stumbling through life not knowing what I’m doing. If I keep moving forward though, and don’t succumb to the lie that everything has to be perfect to be worthwhile, then I'm confident that eventually I’ll get where I want to be. And actually… I think I just did.