Five minutes to free write about it.
This week's prompt felt like a rebuke, arriving as it did in the midst of my grief over my prized violet.
Once a magnificent sight to behold, its amazing story had inspired a children's picture book I started writing but never finished. Now, I told myself, it was too late. Just one more missed opportunity to add to my long list of regrets.
A short trip down memory lane brought to mind many things I could have done, should have done but didn't, as well as some others that I did do, but could have or should have done differently. And then, unexpectedly, I was diverted from these thoughts by some startling questions.
How do I know the door to my book has closed? Am I perhaps buying into a lie that I can't tell the story of what was, because of how things look now? Maybe the prompt is a Divine exhortation to pick up where I left off and finish what I started, rather than a rebuke?