Off the Cushion

This morning I exited the bookstore and walked toward my car, thinking about writing, how it proceeds well as I write little by little, a little each day. Things seem to go along day by day without the necessity of the goal of a large project. I see how many things in life are like that: cleaning the house, exercising, meditation. When I tried to put my KIA key in the car, it wouldn't fit. I looked at the car; it's the same color of blue; the wheels look the same; there's stuff in the passenger seat like there is in my car. But, that's not my stuff. Oh, this is a Honda, not a KIA. My attention to finding my car had wandered while thinking about writing, a small wake-up call.