There have been many thoughts and conversations with people that were carefully thought out, perfect in tone, and used all the right words. Unfortunately, those conversations and thoughts never made it out of my mouth. Things that have gone unsaid, but thought. Questioned, but unanswered. Muted.
As an introvert, I contemplate a lot and I keep a lot to myself. I used to write journal entries all the time, but as kids, husband, life took over - those entries became non-existent. For a bit, I was able to write some stories, but those have gone unfinished as well. I get ideas and the good intentions to finish them, or even just work on them, but just as the wind can change direction in a second, so can my desire.
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