Writing prompts can be found anywhere, but I'm at a loss and turning to you, dear readers, in a time of wanting to write but having nothing that moves me.
Though teaching a fee-based fitness class yesterday had me really wondering how Miss Can't Skip (see kindergarten report card) got here. And
...coming home from that and being seriously sore had me comparing this job to other, less physical prior vocations. Then,
...being sore and cutting hair on my back deck, reminded me of when, as a teen, I once took a salon customer of my mom's while she was in the hospital, and granted him one of my very first haircuts. Also
...prepping again, among mounds of papers and supplies, to send my diabetic son to school, jars the psyche once again.
I don't know. Help me out here. I'm counting on you for inspiration. Last time, you moved me to connect celibacy with cooking. What could be next?