#213 where be the words that used to flow so easily?
October 17, 2012 § 4 Comments
I want to write.
I want to blog.
My words have dried, but I don’t know or understand why?
Is it the tiredness, the desire to just sit rather than articulate? Is it the unrelenting busy-ness that has been present in life recently (it’s got to be good when that’s the only whine in my life…) making me want to mush when I have got this first night to myself in weeks…
Or is this all consuming, loved up, beautiful life I’m now living making me say all I need out loud rather than in words?
I really think a new blog may help that weirdness I feel here; but would it?
Or should I step away and just think it was good when I did it?
But then look at me now rambling like she wants to be here…
No idea. Not one. Odd.