Three times I have sat down to write.
Three times I have erased everything I have written.
That’s what I would like to do on things. Just delete them. So they would stop popping up as a reminder. Attempting to bring regret or doubt.
So I have this tonight. A few words on a screen because we cannot delete life. Experiences. Situations and Circumstances. People and Places.
We often wish we could. We think we have the power to do just that. We can find various things and various means to delete it. But they ease back in or pop back up.
Instead we have this life to fight for. To grasp and build off of, or fall victim to. We get that choice. Why not put new words to a blank screen? Why not process and adjust, allowing for editing but pushing ‘publish’ on life today?