Strolling slowly, I breathed in the cool morning air. Fall was just around the corner. I lifted the heavy mug to my lips , sipped my home brewed Starbuck's and paused, as I felt the liquid warm my chest cavity. I listened to the world,heard many varieties of birds talking as they started their day.

Inspired, I became aware of the stretchy cotton material of my black loose pants, reminding me of "yoga pants". with that I took a wide stance, and outstretched one arm in front, and one arm behind me, parallel to the ground. I lowered into the front, bending my knee and aiming to have my thigh parallel to the ground. Hold. Breatheeeee. Feel the heavy coffee cup strengtheneing my outstretched arm. Left foot - turn it in, right foot, turn it out, and maneuver to right facing position. Ahh what a lovely morning stretch!

With that, I step inside and exchange an email with my manager who blesses me with writing, jamming content! I open up blogger to get my brain in writing mode!! I love to be alive! No wonder writers will arrange their lives so all they have to do is write! A few morning chores, some coffee, but alas, what If I wasn't working, and would become even a decent writer? Could I, who loves lazing about and gets and easily distracted have the discipline to write paragraphs every day? I know my mind will explore and take me places, but can I come up with a thesis to support it?

Have all my mornings of sititng outside and breathing in air while listening to the scratch of the sparrows at the feader and the gurgle of my cat calling the birds, mixed with morning traffic of small autos and large semis rumble up my road be enough material to write something authentic that I and any others would want to read? Could I practice enough to feel enough confidence and "right" (with all that competition) to write freelance articles for magazines and ezines?

Love the power. Lesson from little sister, cause she is a kick-ass writer! She always shows me the way. Be it dance, writing, or doing the career of choice, youngest sister albeit unemplyed more often than not IS the one, whom if I stop and listen ALWAYS shows me my heart! Shhhh, listen now~!