I am sitting here. Typing. Mostly happy. Sometimes a bundle of nerves.
I wonder why I’m still there, how I’m getting out of there, where I’m going, what I’m doing. I wonder if you know what I’m really talking about as I’m trying to be cryptic – some things just can’t be said on the blog.
I hear nothing. That means I should be worried in a house that has two almost 5 year old children in it.
I see my computer screen. My huge to-do list. My faithful furry companion at my feet. He’s one smart dog.
I want to go for a run.
I am a procrastinator. I should be cleaning out closets,
planning my kids birthday party (done!), writing articles and posts, making dinner.
I pretend that I can tolerate some people, but listening to them makes me want to scream.
I feel that if I laugh I can tolerate anything.
I touch my kids’ hair. It’s calming to me. Is it for them?
I worry about how my kids’ will do in Kindergarten in the fall. Are they ready? Is the school any good? Will they have friends?
I cry at a videos of puppies and dogs. Especially THIS one.
I am happy, sad, tormented, stuck, inpatient, looking for a way to move forward.
I understand that most people feel the same way.
I say I want a change, but I don’t know where to start.
I dream of running again, summer days at the beach and having the answers.
I try to be positive. But some people just suck the life out of you.
I hope I never turn into a person like that.
I am ready to release it all in yoga class.