Please understand that I am dealing with crowds nearly pushing down my door, demanding, "Post another blog!" and letters from all of my thousands of fans I can't even get to. It's not easy being so needed.
Okay, okay, the truth:
I am disappointed in myself for rejecting such an exercise that I so desperately need. So, this is an “I Owe You” to myself. A pathetic excuse of an apology.
I still think about writing a lot (just like some people think about doing their laundry or going to church). But school and work seem to want me all to themselves. Sometimes I sit down to write, but then I get this constant tapping on my shoulder… “You have a test tomorrow” “You need to get ready for work.” So I shamefully close the notebook I was so sneakily trying to write in, and get back to life.
I want to write about saying goodbye to my car, and what God has been doing, and having children, and springtime, and my evocative drive to school, and my thoughts about Film, and the people I have seen in new light, and my newfound happiness, and the art I find in telephone poles, andmystickyspacebutton, and a new apartment, and defying patterns, and relationship, and sun in the window and crumbs on my counter. All I can say is that I will soon (eventually). I have got to get this writing into words, before I become an introvert forever.
Wish me luck.
Sincerely,
My Busy Self
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