Sometimes You Just Want to Blog

Today is almost one of those days. I'm sitting here at my computer, listening to the clack-clack of stones being gently set upon the hardened wood of the Go board beside me. My daughter is giggling and my guy is speaking in his calm, smooth voice. Occasionally he looks up at me, sharing my smile as I watch in mild amusement.

But today is not the best day to write. Nothing in my bones needs it. I feel buried under the weight of journals and essays that I need to do for class.

Still, this is a welcome relief. I haven't spoken with my own voice in so long that sometimes I wonder what I even sound like. Do I still think the same thoughts that I did years ago? Have I grown and matured or is the soul of who I am floating somewhere beyond the reach of the events I've lived though, constant and unchangeable?


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