In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Incomplete
Incomplete
March 13th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Why is it SO hard to write about this topic? I began TWO poems before this post, and discarded them.
I think I know the reason why.
It’s because INCOMPLETE is the dirge of my days. Incomplete this, and incomplete that, and incomplete something else.
It’s not that I’m a slacker. It’s just that I can’t keep up sometimes. Or, perhaps, I just dream big dreams, sometimes — no, not lofty ones, like saving the earth, or the oceans, or helping one homeless person every day. No, just BIG dreams … like I WILL clean up my room that’s overflowing with seventeen years worth of teaching-related papers and books that I do not, and will not want to use ever again.
Or, I WILL finish reading “The Defender – How the Legendary Black Newspaper Changed America,” in between dealing with cooking, housework, other work, laundry, taking child and dog here and there, going to drum group, playing the guitar, singing with my family knitting, taking walks, writing … and starting a new life.
Two years, I began TWO novels, and have not completed them. Arrgh!
Is it fear of committing myself to the ultimate step (for me)?
No, more likely, it’s just inertia. It’s like getting my sitar out of its case, and actually playing it, instead of moaning and groaning about how I haven’t played it recently.
Once I begin, I go on. I know that. So, what am I waiting for?
Oh, yes, I’ll finish writing this post. Unfinished laundry awaits me, and after that, sleep … perhaps.
Goodnight!
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