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?
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You silly woman...you just did!
I understand completely. Sometimes I have better posts in the commnets that I write than I do when I actually try to put something down on paper. Maybe it comes with being a Beverly.
I love reading what you share.
I am like you that my life at this time revolves around my grown children and grandchildren. Oh, and Miss Callie.
You still have a career. Mine will be creating a garden this Spring.
I just enjoy writing - whether it makes sense or not. I am having fun.
You are too!!!
You rock, my friend. I always enjoy your words and pictures. In the same way you appreciate other bloggers expressing your thoughts and feelings here I am finding myself in your words.
We are all connected at the soul level and reconize our common humaness there.
I enjoy visiting you!!! I like your photos and upbeat attitude!!!
Thank you all for being so kind!!! Tabor, don't even know the sound of your voice, yet, I could hear you say that!
Beverly, it is a Beverly thing, and glad I have you....
Ernestine.....what can I say.....my friend
Cloudhands.....I love to rock and you are right, we are kindred spirits here....
Kay, thanks for always making me smile...
I think Tabor said it right...you just start writing and by the end, its come out. Finding your own voice is where the poetry is.
Sounds pretty "normal" to me!
Your writing’s fine.
I thought the same way as you until I started tippy tapping away and found that some people seemed to like what I wrote and Ronni, in a moment of brain spasm (no doubt), decided to include me in her blog.
People certainly like your writing based on the comments you’ve received.
Write what you know. I have no children (and, surprise, surprise, no grand children). I write about music. Now and then I write about wine, food and books. This is what I know.
Keep at it
Peter Tibbles
I love this post, Beverly, and it hit home with me in so many ways. You described my average day!
It is often the case that
I let "the committee" in my brain block the flow of words. Not sure why, but you hit on one point....letting my children read some of my feelings. Oh well.
Thank you
You've done so! Creativity is a varied gift - don't doubt your own. Just use your words ;)
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Thank you for this post. I often feel the same way about my writing? and comments.
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