So several people have suggested that I take all the words in my head and put them to decent use. This is my attempt to do this. I am going with the tree falling in the forest theory here and I would like to make some sort of sound to reverberate with others. If only small. Ever since I can remember I have thought that I have way too many thoughts, random or otherwise and that surely your average person must not be burdened in this way. I always have tried to look at it like it’s a burden I would rather have, but a burden nonetheless.
It is now our second week of April and those buds are trying to burst out of the dirt that is laden with Christmas tree throw offs and dried boogers of the parched earth. Everyone is saying things like “don’t fall for it because snow can still come” and I too find myself saying trite sayings like this, but I’m falling hard for it anyway. And although our Winter was a softy, it still came with wind, little parts in the clouds, a temperature that rattled through my bones at times and those horrid little cuts on my forefingers and thumbs joining in their franken party to my already tried countenance.
So what is my purpose in writing this blog? What the hell is a blog anyway? I can pretend to know but I am a wee past 50 and I haven’t actually googled the word “Blog” and just know it from others saying I should start one. It is probably bad that I am admitting that, but I try my best to show up for who I really am or actively try to recognize it and tweak me on a daily basis. Actually, that came to me the other day, this “Tryingness” and how I get up for another day to TRY. How do I always have some more TRY? Why do I get upset when the TRY just wants to go away so that I can just space out on the fact that I’m simple BEING? Enough for now as I am curious how these words escape me to go running off into the forest.
Anyway, I’m doing this. So there.
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