My feathered friends

So I've been convinced for a long time that when I see feathers they are little signs telling me to write more. It's a whole quills thing. I told this to a friend a few weeks ago and she was fascinated, said she never sees feathers.

Today, as I was walking down the street and thinking about my life coaching business and my book and the streamlining of my finances and the space in my home, I happened to look down and see a feather. Then another. Then another. And yet another. And, yes, another. All about two feet apart. I would take a step and there would be a feather. It was like they were laid out in my path like the Yellow Brick Road.

Write, Nancy. Write, Nancy. Write, Nancy. Write, Nancy.

Write, darn it.

Write.