I’ve been silent.
I have so many words incoherently babbling in my brain, yet I don’t write any of them here and for a while I didn’t understand why. There’s words of rage, sadness, despair, hope, joy, thankfulness, delight, misery, anger, offense, love…you get the idea. Sounds like great fodder for a blog, right?
I found this quote and it explains why I haven’t written out my brain droppings:
The world is changed by your example, not by your opinion. ~ Paulo Coelho
Everybody is expressing everything it seems, but is it doing any good? I’ve become more a listener than a speaker lately, and I think it’s going to be that way for a while.
When I have something to say, I’ll be here. For now, I’m off to set a good example. Be kind.
Admit it, this doing stuff every day like, I don’t know, a routine or something is not easy. Really. Wasn’t I just writing my last post yesterday? Did you all enjoy the many blog posts I wrote in my head? Which one was your favorite?
In other words, I cannot believe it’s October 9, I haven’t done the tag thing yet, I haven’t blogged the last week of Writing 101 (and there were some awesome ideas coming, trust me) (you kind of have to trust me, because there’s no way you can verify whether or not I actually had awesome ideas in my head which is the closest I’m going to get to exercising some sort of control right now), I lost track of my days and missed teaching a music lesson, I didn’t do any of the things on the lists I made because I misplaced them before I could do the things…..
So what HAVE I been doing? Funny you should ask. There has been a lot of knitting because I quickly remembered that I had two baby showers in quick succession and one involved a trip to Virginia. There’s a really cute photo of the really cute sweater (in my head) but have I gotten the camera to shoot said photo? No. I have that disease where as soon as you swivel your head in a different direction and focus your eyes elsewhere, everything you were just thinking flies right out of your brain. When do I remember these things? In the shower. When I’m driving. As I’m climbing the stairs to bed. All terribly inconvenient times.
And the kicker is, I can’t promise myself it’s going to get any better. I think I’ll make a list of all the things I want to improve on this weekend…..yeah, that’s a plan.