Someone told me that for the Irish—the celts—beaches are in between spaces. It’s not quite one thing or the other.

Not land. 

Not Sea.

Maybe both.

Walk along the edge of the water, one foot on sand. It can give a view into things hard to see.

I am in the realm of maybe both. No job. It’s not quite summer and not quite fall. The school year starts this week.

In the in between time, before summer is ended and before I have found my next job, I am looking to check in on myself.  Do I recognize what I see?

I’m looking for a view into things. It’s not a comfortable place, spinning in place without progress.

Should I start all over again?  Give this EtchaSketch a hard shake and see what is possible?

What is stable? What can I be sure of?

I know I am committed to doing this weekly post. I may be in between a lot of things, but I am always a writer. I may not feel like it all the time. I know that feeling like it is not required.

The only qualification to be a writer is to write something.

And there it is. I can take the action—make the choice—in this space of both and neither. I don’t have to feel the progress. I can make progress without feeling it. One choice, one move is all it takes.

I don’t even have to stop the spin. I can tilt just a little to get going.

I don’t feel it yet, but I will. I can be sure of that.