You look around yourself, all of the things that surround you, and almost feel dazed? Like, what just happened?
No? Me neither.
It's a weird day. Alternately raining or cloudy, and then sunny. My mood totally matches the weather. Except for the sunny part. I have to go pick up Brooke from her summer recreation program in a minute, and I guess I don't know if I even feel like writing later, or anytime soon so this lame little post is it.
I'm sitting here blank. I have things to say but I can't say them. Kind of hard to write honestly like that, you know? This blog is sometimes like going to a head doc for me. I feel like I get an opportunity to just talktalktalk, about some things and sometimes nothing and just put random words or thoughts out there. Then sometimes it feels a little bit like, what's the point? If you go to a head doc to get clarity, to get fixed, but you can't be honest and say the words out loud that are stuck behind the fear, what's the point?
If you can't have an honest, real converzation without fear, there is really no point at all, is there?
