I didn’t want to write today…

and yet, here I am, writing. I’m in the midst of a battle raging between the voices in my head, some who tell me to go and sit on the couch, others who tell me that The Resistance is creeping in and to fight it with all of my might.

I don’t have anything to say today. I’m tired and want to relax. No one reads what I write anyway, so it’s not as if anyone will be missing it. Right?

Wrong… Dead wrong. I would be missing it. I would miss the message waiting to come through. “I don’t have anything to say today.”, but there is always a message. There is always something in the queue. We just have to hear it.

I sat back, took a listen and wrote it all down.