Up high

Most mornings, on the way home from my morning run, I run past a man I don’t know. He’s smoking on the footpath on the main road that runs through our burb.

He sees me coming (slowly).

I see that he sees me (little inward grin and I speed up a bit).

He leans down and his hand goes out.

I speed up, and our hands slap together in a high five, as I run past.

“Morning”, I say.

And continue on my way.

But, I do continue a little faster. I don’t mind that high five. In fact, I have come to rely on it. If he’s not there, or if he’s smoking at his front door instead of the footpath, that last kilometre drags.

As usual, I started wondering how I can apply this to my writing. Could it be as simple as a high five to keep me writing every day? Or a high five when I’m flagging?

I think it could be. So, I’m sending High 5s to everyone reading this. You’re all awesome. Keep at it, maybe even pick up your pace for a stretch. And if you can find someone who’ll give you unconditional high 5s, take it!