I write in the mornings.
At least that is what I tell myself.
And writing is indeed what I plan to do each morning.
But this morning, American Express sent me an email notification of credit card fraud.
Kate called needing support.
Then, Letticia called to dialogue a dilemma.
So I didn’t write.
I didn’t honor my commitment.
I felt anxious.
Worried I was out of integrity.
That I wouldn’t write later.
That I wasn’t going to amount to anything if I couldn’t keep such a simple agreement.
The sidetrack was a gift, however.
I got to talk to friends
I connected to loved ones.
I contributed to their lives.
In turn, they contributed to mine.
Because of all this I got to live.
I didn't write today so I could experience life,
I didn't write today so I could experience love.
I didn't write today so I could experience connection.
They make the difference.
They feed the writing.
I see now it would be silly of me to stay so rigid in a schedule (or my own beliefs), that I forgo the reasons I write in the first place.