Mother may I

What about the days when I have nothing to say? I used to write a lot. A lot. I have about half a dozen online journals full of gibberish and nonsense that I have no interest in re-reading (maybe someday). Writing is how I used to figure out stuff – I would let it flow out of my mind, turn it around and see if I could make sense of it somehow. And I did. It helped tremendously. But then I learned to speak, found people I wanted to talk to, discovered new ways to cope.

I’m happy. I feel like I know who I am now, I know what I’m all about finally. And it’s after 9:30pm and I’m ready to go to sleep. It was a nice Mother’s Day for a non-mother like myself. A little bit of work, a little bit of cleaning, a little bit of rest. Now I’m going to bed.

That’s five minutes. šŸ˜‰

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