Seven Degrees Left of Center

Lost Thoughts

It is a Thursday, the beginning of another day. Each day is a new beginning. Today is Thursday.

One might think starting over each day is a blessing. I did at first. Now that time has passed. The new beginnings are getting old.

I can remember some details—the repetitive details of daily life. What I forget are the creative thoughts. Even using notes, each story lives only as long as the thoughts themselves. The daily repetitive thoughts will stick. A new idea has little chance. These few lines will only live for a short time. I can feel them fading as I try to type faster.

There are blessings in every day. Cherish them. And there the focus, concentration, and... and ... then it fades away...