I haven't had a thing to write about lately. The subject closest to my heart though is the oddness of not wanting to or feeling like talking. When Cyndi, Curtis, Keith or Jaeden are on the phone, I'm smiling and happy are grateful to hear their amazing voices and every wonderful word coming out of their mouths. That's where it ends. After I hang up with them, I descend into a world of quiet and I love it! The joy of speaking with them cannot be replaced when we hang up.
Do I know why I feel this way? Of course I do. To regurgitate it here would sound a lot like self-pity, and I hate self-pity. I am lost in a thought world - a world where there is too much going on inside, where I have come to realize and know that there is absolutely no point in saying anything any longer. Knowing though at the same time that I have so much to say - if I could and - if someone would listen.
Oh well blah blah blah is what comes to mind when I re-read this. Hahahahahahaha! But seriously, I will deal with it and it will be okay.
