When it comes to change, I’m awful at it.

I’m not talking about changing my hair color, clipping my nails, repainting my room, or finishing a book.

I’m talking about real change, the kind that you cannot control.

I’m a person who thrives on a schedule. On familiar objects. Familiar situations. Simply because it’s routine to handle a work schedule, a social schedule, and a love life.

However, every now and then, I get thrown out of my comfort zone without food, shelter, or even water. I’m standing there, in the pouring rain, trying to remember why I didn’t grab an umbrella.

During times like this, I can usually cope by writing. Which I have not been doing. When I should just write.

Just write. Even if it is just a paragraph, or a sentence, or the same cuss word repeated over and over. Because I’m not putting the focus on something constructive, I just sit there and worry. When I can: just write.

It’s amazing what a pen and paper can do or how typing up how you feel helps you understand it. So,

Just write.