There are many potential posts I had written in my head yesterday.
1. The one about the improvised song I sang to the coffee pot while I waited for my coffee to brew.
2. The one about the pets were actually all curled up together on the bed being sweet and kind – like a pet Peaceable Kingdom.
3. The one about what I found (and didn’t find) when I dug through our safe deposit box looking for the title to the car. (I might revisit this one later — it was like digging through a time capsule.)
4. The one about my response to my son’s enthusiasm about Women’s History Month. (This might get revisited later, too.)
5. The one about my son reading to me as I finished getting ready to leave for our final performance tonight.
6. The one about our final performance of The Sound of Music.
7. The one about two of the kindest, nicest words in the English language: thank you.
8. The one about how I thought it was far more important to catch up with the wonderful young lady who was watching my son last night than it was to worry about the clock and check to see if I could post my Slice of Life post by midnight.
I didn’t have a post for yesterday. But what I also don’t have is regrets.
Yesterday was a full day and, while I probably could have squeezed in a few minutes to write a short version of one of these potential posts, I consider my noticing the potential for writing in the moments of my day as one of the great things about doing this Slice of Life Challenge. The trick is making sure those ideas get written down somehow, somewhere. And that’s where I broke the streak.
But today is another day.
And I’ve got another post to write already.