Taking Stock

On my last office day for two weeks I revel in the quiet. I have stories to edit and projects to complete but I find myself pruning the fern and peeling a clementine.

I think about the writer's need for time and space and how little of it I've had. I think about a new year coming and what it will bring.

How easy it is to stay put, to walk the same paths and think the same thoughts. How comforting and deadening it can be. It requires great effort to chart a new course, to seek perspective.

I'm hoping my time off will give me a chance to take stock, to search for new routes and trails. It's not a long time, but it might be enough. I'm hoping that it is.