I’ve had a lifelong habit of practicing the opposite of brevity. My stories, verbal or written, were long. Maybe that’s because the words they were made out of tended to be long, too.
But, as the years I’ve lived grow longer, and I’ve got maybe fewer years ahead than I might like, as my life is filled with dreams and children and ….well, living.
And, in the process, I’m learning how to be brief.
At least sometimes. At least for some things.
Shorter stories. Shorter posts. Sometimes, shorter workouts.
This post, too.
I’m keeping it short, because there’s life to live.
See you all next week, and may the living you do hold more sunlight than shadows.
This very short post is a part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday, where this week’s prompt is “short,” used however we want. Find the rules of engagement here, and take a dip in the stream here.
And a very short song, to cap things off.