Can I Call My Own Bluff?
So, I wrote a goodbye post last week.
Hello!
I'm full of surprises, aren't I?
The day after I wrote the post, I dropped the kids off at choir and immediately burst into tears. I can't explain how I knew my sadness was related to the idea that I wouldn't be blogging in the foreseeable future, but I did know it. I had thought my well of words had run dry, but when I published that post, suddenly there was a bubbling fountain of fresh words that wanted to pour out as much as those tears were flowing so freely down my face.
I realized that there was a problem, but my solution was incorrect. At least, I think that is the case. This is not a math theorem with a proof. (Please note: I have no idea if that even makes sense because WORD PERSON, so bear with me.) So in my haste to fix, or take a step to fix, what has been causing sadness, I made a quick decision. I'm still trying to figure out what is going on with me (read: I'm wrestling), and I hope to try to work some of it out by maintaining this journal, instead of tossing aside something I love just because of some difficulty.
Brilliant, no?
Plus, there are things I want to remember, yo. And based on the way I forget why I walked into a room from across the house, clearly my mind isn't up to the task of retaining awesome memories forever.
So, Mom, you don't have to look at those durned burned muffins anymore. And if you keep coming back, you'll see a mustache...that isn't even mine!
Reader Comments (2)
Keep writing! Keep writing!
I am glad you are still blogging. I am struggling with it all, too. Life is different now than when I first started blogging. But I am still doing it so I can look back and remember our days. :)