
If I had but a single day, Where would I go? What would I say? How would I choose my time to spend? What would I do before day’s end. If I only had one day?

I'm here. I realize these moments won't always be here. I know that you won't always need me---or want me. I know that these are times that will only happen once and never happen again.
I am facing a frustration like no other. Whenever I have a thought that I want to pursue and write about, if I don't write about it at that exact moment, I basically lose the passion behind the thought and I can't pick it up later to complete it. I currently have ten drafts sitting in my WordPress of half complete thoughts.