Sitting here
Staring at the blinking cursor
I wonder first, what should I write next
Then my thoughts wander to what I should do next
What comes next, is overshadowed by what comes after
And then releases the flood of everything that needs to happen
No wonder the cult of busy grows its membership each year
But I’ve found that I only feel “busy” when I try to do it all at once
Rather than do whatever is next
The only challenge left is to decide
What is next?