I have had nothing and so much to say over the past month.  The ideas come as I’m falling asleep.  The post titles are brilliant–and gone when I wake up in the morning.

There’s been travel.  There’s been death.  There’s been family fun and obligations.

I realized I’m holding my breath today waiting for a particular shoe to drop.  It could be I’m waiting for nothing.  I didn’t even know I was anticipating something.  I said my fear out loud to a few people.  Doesn’t it flit away once you utter it out loud?  No?  Well crap.

The coming start of school and change of season has me wanting to rid my life of clutter–to make room for more thoughts, more creativity.  Okay, just a clean house for more than five minutes.

It’s hard to be in touch with your creativity and motherhood and your professional career and a ridiculous sense of snark.  I make comments about things I’m very serious about and then immediately harsh on myself for the “deep” thoughts I just had.

But today–today I wrote.   It might not mean anything, but I got the words out there.