Remember the shoemaker’s elves, how they made shoes for the poor cobbler while h...

Remember the shoemaker’s elves, how they made shoes for the poor cobbler while he slept?
Yesterday morning, I woke to the sound of tapping, and in my half-awake state, I thought: oh good, the elves are working on the story for me.
I went down stairs.
There weren’t any elves.
The story was right where I had left it.
I sat down and did my work.
In the words of Robert Frost, “The best way out is always through.”
This is a lesson I am happy and privileged to keep learning.
Even if I do sometimes...