I think I am confidently going where no me has gone before.  This afternoon I sit staring through my French doors at the little banana pepper growing in my patio garden.  It is pointing at me as if to say: "You are supposed to be writing, not trying to find distractions."

It wasn't pointing at me this morning.  It directed its little pointer finger at the sun and must have followed it through the day until it saw me struggling with my confident journey.  This day has been filled with maybe no distractions.  Only peace and quiet (even the dog next door is not barking). It was so quiet I could hear my doubtful thoughts bombarding me.  Why am I ............