Over the last few weeks the word “action” has made its way into my idle thoughts on more than one occasion. First, it was gentle, swaying in and out of my days, brushing against my brain with a slight tickle. It acted as a reminder to move, embrace, create anything! (I’d add follow-thru/finish, but that’s for another time.) Now, the brush strokes aren’t so gentle and my day is filled attempting to focus on work. Action sits. Action watches. Action ever so often grabs my temples and presses so hard I have to declare its existence.
This is my acknowledgement.