Just Waiting.

It's been a long time since I did the 100 word challenge. It's been a long time since I even wrote anything. This week's word is surviving and I thought about it for a while. I've tried to purge writing from my life. I've ignored it, insulted it, hated it, replaced it with mindless television. And the urge is still there. It survived. But it's gone a long time without living. It could be a while until it reaches it's previously vibrancy. Nevertheless, here I am giving in. Giving in feels kinda nice. You can see and join the challenge here @ VelvetVerbosity.

“My girl, surviving ain’t the hard part. Get your sleep, drink coffee, shovel in some food. It’s living that’s hard.”

I hoped awful coffee wasn’t really a vital ingredient.

“And how do you live?” I asked, wanting an amusing drunken rant from my granddad.

“Well, you climb mountains; fall in love. Stuff like that, I guess.

Truth is kid, I can’t really tell. It’s different for everyone. Go read some Emerson quotes.”

“What was it for you?” I pushed him, eager for a story.

“I haven’t found it yet. It’ll come. I’m just waiting.”

“87 years is a long wait.”