So I had a real long, hard, much needed cry the other night. Wrote an entire post and cried through the entire thing. And then realized that I'm not as open to be so vulnerable as I thought I was. I can't just put everything out there as easily as I thought. I don't want everyone to know everything. I don't know if I want to face it all myself half of the time. So I bottle that stuff back up and put it up on a shelf to deal with at another time. I keep going back to hearing Jill Scott in one of her songs saying 'every thing ain for everybody...'
What I will share though is the fact that I'm HUNGRY. And when I say HUNGRY, I mean HUNGRY. I tried to switch up my breakfast routine from one of my usual staples and I'm paying dearly for it today. It's 11:3o and I'm ready to gnaw on my own arm at this point.
Ho-hum
1 comment:
You can write. You're a gifted writer. As my friend Heather says, the hardest part of writing is writing.
unless you gnaw off your arm, in which case the hardest part might be selecting the writing implement, or collating the story. I don't know. Please, just keep your arm. It's so much easier.
Argh I miss you. Let's fix this.
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