I have decided I'm going to think about thinking starting to blog again. It occurs to me that maybe after I've gotten a diploma with the words Master's on it (God willing) I'm probably still not going to always know the right thing to say or talk about. But - I'm already feeling a little bit better at it. So...it begins to become a distant possibility of the not so much "not that anyone cares" variety as the "I know some people do care and that scares me more than anything else on the planet including spiders" variety. Little fragile squishy people like myself scare me. But maybe like picking up babies, that does not mean that talking and even confronting Bad Stuff should never be done. It just means I should do it, carefully. And not if but when we fail, well, when someone asks "were you dropped on your head as a child" I can say, "yes, weren't we all." Metaphorically speaking.
Deep breath.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)