Recently, I haven’t really taken the creative mental opportunities, that seem to be so sporadic, to sit down and write another blog post. However, as per the theme of this post, there is no time like the present. I’m currently sitting at our kitchen table, breathing in the air of the open window, and eating my breakfast. It’s a slow Sunday, one where I choose to rest and move slowly instead of driving into Lexington to go to church or running errands before my afternoon shif

This morning had the kind of thick fog that obstructs the sun to the point that it becomes a bright white circle in the sky. When the weather is like this – when everything has a hazy look about it – that’s when I begin to feel like writing. I haven’t written in several months, even outside of this blog. I’ve abandoned both the pen and my laptop’s keyboard. I’ve been trying to figure out just what has separated me from writing. For the first few months of post-grad, I could