Dear Gentle Reader:
I am sorry that I have been so off and on with writing over the past couple of months. And when I do stop in for a little chat, it is usually - here and gone without much content for you to read, ponder on, re-read, and digest. I know my entries are always full of useful, pertinent, and whimsical information, and you can't wait to get the next entry. I have failed you as a blogger.
See, the problem is, I'm a depressed driven blogger. On days I am really down, I usually blog. I guess I feel, in those moments, I have something I want or need to say. When I am happy, I don't really feel like blogging. I guess the good things in my day don't need to be written, because they were truly lived.
I'm not sure if any of that makes any sense. The truth of the matter is the last few months have actually been quite a roller coaster. Months, that in years past would have driven me to the computer to write it out. But this time something was different. I was sad when appropriate, I was mad when appropriate, but in my body there was still the hope. The hope that it would all work out, and that this too shall pass. Maybe in a week, maybe next year, maybe in 5, but it would pass. And I guess I just held onto that, instead of writing.
So, from this day forth I pledge to try to change my blog from a depressed driven blog, to a hope driven blog. Please give me some time, dear reader, as I find my way in this new and uncharted land I have found myself in. I will find my way back to you.
Morgan
6.26.2007
6.21.2007
In Passing
We were having a conversation about nothing in particular when she said:
"Well she is just like family."
And there it was. It was only in passing, so I know it is true. I didn't ask for it, I didn't do anything to deserve it.
It was dark, but my smile could have lit up that car.
"Well she is just like family."
And there it was. It was only in passing, so I know it is true. I didn't ask for it, I didn't do anything to deserve it.
It was dark, but my smile could have lit up that car.
6.16.2007
Bottled Up Feelings
I wish I could take this feeling I have right at this moment and bottle it up. I could sell it and make millions . . . or I could horde it and keep it all to myself. Either way people would be happier.
6.03.2007
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