I’ve been trying to do a better job at listening.
Listening to others.
Listening to the sounds outside.
Planes overhead. The dog barking down the street. The flap of a mailbox banging in the wind.
Listening to my daughter’s primordial language.
The Ooh’s, the Ooo’s, the Ah’s, the Dada’s, the Ma’s.
Listening to myself.
I was craving rest.
I put down the screens, and I feel energized again.
Ready to write. Ready to fight. Ready to win the race to which only I know the rules.
Type. Type. Type.
And they’re off.