My gift is writing. I know that. I want to exercise my gift and offer it. So I am staring at this blank screen and waiting. Maybe I should have something to eat. I’ll do that. Today I ate eight leftover Reese’s Christmas bells and half a bag of salt and vinegar chips. This is dangerous food territory and definitely a sign of inner turmoil. I’ll make some juice. Can’t argue with that. Carrot, beet, kale, celery, cucumber, apple, pineapple, parsley, ginger. I’ll throw it all in there. I’ll be right back. Okay, that’s better. I have become aware that two ways I waste time are by surfing the web and eating. They both feel as if I am doing something when I really am not. So. I shall limit both and see what comes of it when I am not quite so busy eating and reading about celebrities and disaster. Hmm. How will I accomplish this? The more I think about it, the more I realize I’m an internet addict. I know spending hours on the internet is lowering my quality of life, but I keep on doing it. That’s the definition of an addict. In the morning I read the news and my blogs and email, glancing anxiously at the digital clock on the corner of my screen, just a few minutes more, just a few minutes more, and a couple hours have passed, and I’m late for work, and I haven’t done my yoga. So, starting tomorrow, I’ll limit myself to half an hour online. But right now, I think I’ll do a little research, look up various diseases and so forth…