For a girl who with bunches to say, I have very little to write.
Right now, my brain feels like a hoarders home. Ideas piled to the ceiling. I walk around poking at them with a broom, moving them from room to room but never making any progress. I am not sure what the heck my problem is.
I have done a lot of living in the past couple of weeks. My children are growing, getting into trouble and making me laugh big at their naughtiness….of course, when I am not responsibly disciplining them. My husband is building them a fort in the backyard. We have two of three birthdays coming up and parties planned to celebrate. I am practicing very hard to make the A Team Roster for the Lansing Derby Vixens and I have the bumps and bruises to prove it.
I have photos clogging my phone up and e-mails pouring in about my kid’s school and affiliates for my blog site. (What??…I don’t know either *shrug*) My car looks like I live in it because I almost do. I am co-hosting a party for Shining a Light tonight with my two beautiful, compassionate friends Sara and Summer. Tomorrow night I am reading poetry aloud on the steps of the city capital building and I may pee my pants over it.
My problem is living. I am living all over the place. I am so glad I took this moment to write a little note because I am a perfectionist and I want these posts to be intelligent and well thought out. So much so, that they never get written because I am to busy being all controlling. So here it is. The true story.
I will be writing more but it won’t be perfect. It will be a pretty messy record of this living I have been doing.
God, but doesn’t that sound fantastic. Living. It’s a good time to be alive and I intend to pile it all high on my plate and dig in…
Are you gonna finish that? :)