fear is a wily peddler

at this moment, i wish to write. i am feeling worried about mailing out overdue postcards, about reading a loved one's story, about remembering to take a walk tomorrow, folding the laundry, packing a box, triple-dusting the blinds three ways this way and six ways that way...i feel compelled to write, but i am doing most anything in my power to run from it. i am concerned that i am flitting about…