I am too grown up. Somewhere along my path of life, I completely left the child behind. She reaches out to me sometimes, and every once in a while I can smile at her. Mostly, I forget about her. Sometimes, I mourn her loss, because I can't seem to find her when I need her most.
I am guilty of "Do what I say, not what I do." I realized this, when I told my daughter that she doesn't get to eat whatever she wants when she grows up and then I ate a large bowl of ice cream at midnight.
I cry too much. If I'm too happy, sad, stressed, PMS, angry (which is really not good when trying to voice your anger to someone through tears.)
I'm terribly insecure. About almost everything. No, about everything.
I'm an incredible actress.
I'm a lot like Alice in Wonderland.... "I give myself very good advice, though I very rarely follow it."
I miss California. I miss California. I miss California. I know I'm supposed to make the best of where I am with what I have, blah blah blah blah. Shut up. I miss California.
I love to make people smile and laugh. I write not a bit of humor.
I learned patience from my kids.....writing has unlearned it. Yes, total demolition of grammar, I did it on purpose.
I'm afraid to admit when I am unhappy. How silly is that?
Somber post today, I know. Perhaps it's a side effect of nano. I've been writing daily, steadily for two months now. I practiced in October, you know. And I had no clue how draining it would be on my poor little brain. I am not smarter than a 5th grader.
What confessions weigh on your mind? What do you do when you feel drained from something that normally gives you such joy? Am I wrong about my passion?