I finished a journal this week. It was one that I had loved enough to use consistently. I knew it would end soon so I bought another journal – just to be ready. But I find I cannot write those first lines. My thoughts are all wound up and like this yarn, I cannot find a beginning. I am tempted to pull out my scissors and cut into this mess of fiber and perhaps release those words. Otherwise I will be a dull participant in the Slice of Life challenge coming up March 1.