So much happens in a day. What an understatement for anyone's life yes? To wake up each morning with inspiration and motivation and to play duck and cover all day long from the slings and arrows shot from the arsenal of three of the most important people in my life, well, let's be honest, it's just exhausting.
By the time I force myself to sit down and type something half witty and meaningful, I simply don't know where to begin. The thing yesterday that seemed so hilarious as it was playing out, tonight just doesn't seem all that special, (trying to avoid a pink birthday cake for my son's 7th birthday, for example).
My stream of consciousness is more like a babbling brook that drains down to a trickle, then becomes a raging river only to pool into a sedentary swamp. A SWAMP I TELL YA.
Each day is a salad; a fair mix of joy, silliness, laughter, spontaneity, patience, loss of patience, eruptions, and interruptions, and as always, a dash of mind-bending tedium and repetition.
There is a story somewhere in my soul, perhaps more than a few. I just have to pull the sleeping lion off the lid of the trunk so that some of these ideas could float up to my brain and out my fingers. Focus, focus, focus.......bed, I'm toast.