Friday, November 18, 2016

Coming Alive


 

It’s literally sixty-five degrees outside (for WNY—that’s amazing) and I’m in here—writing. Not that I’m complaining, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Something comes alive in me when I write, something I didn’t even know was dying until I sit down and start. I know other people feel the same way. I’ve seen my nephew’s face when he sits down at the piano stool, seen my daughter’s eyes as she sees something that makes her grab her camera. Is it just creative people who are like that? Do accountants feel the thrill when the numbers all align? I have no idea. I hope so. Everyone should feel this alive.

Have a great weekend.