Sunday, January 10, 2010
I have a few readers, and I love when they visit and comment. I wish I were more creative with my words. I heard today that everyone is creative. So, why do the words seem so poetic in my brain, but jumbled on page? Could it be my world revolves around my work, my children and grandchildren? Is that all my brain "thinks up"? I read other blogs and think YES, that is me. It is like they are talking about me! So, why can I not tell you all about it? Do I not want my family to know my thoughts. To know the way I feel on any given day? I go through the gamut of feelings each day. I rarely am happy all day, sad, mad, or frustrated. I seem to be one of those people that are on the fence and can fall either way in my thoughts, feelings, desires. I can grump all the way to work, then, get there and be so happy to see all my friends, and love my assignment and coo with the babies. I can think to myself, why do I have to work with Her today? Oh, no, not that baby. Throw myself into a dreaded river of negativity. However, I do not tend to stay in that state very long. Whew! My heart jumps in and I have a change in my view of the day, of life. Now, why can't I tell you what I feel?