Jack Kerouac: “I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.”
The email had a link that took me to a site I have visited before. But this morning, this idea of starting today resonated with me in a new way. What am I waiting for? How is the first day of the year or the month any better than today, the 13th day of the 9th month?
Confusion, a sort of disequilibrium, has been following me around for too long. Perhaps writing will gently blow away the clouds and the cobwebs. I don’t need to have it lol figured out to begin.