I got my first comment. Here are the symptoms: quickened pulse, laboured breathing and second guessing. I don't know if someone is reading this blog, or just stumbled over one post, read it, commented and moved on. Either way, these are no longer just random thoughts released into space to float alone for all eternity. It has caused my stage fright to flare up and I keep hitting the backspace key. You may have noticed a lack of polish and flow to my posts, and the reason for that is that I need to just get it all out and post of before I think twice about it. Well, that and I don't have a ton of time for editing. Maybe once I've gotten more comfortable with the idea I'll try to focus more on the actual writing. One day.
After professing my bliss regarding my family, I have a confession. In my dreams I am rarely a parent, and frequently am not even married. I know that sounds terrible, but it's not how it sounds. These dreams don't involve any funny business, mostly just adult hi jinx that would never happen to people with families. Mostly because they occur after 8pm, aka bedtime. What I get from this is that I still have a need to travel, and do new things. For now, the kids do actually hinder that a bit. I don't think it will be too long before we can take them to new places and share new experiences with them. It still won't be the same sort of shenanigans I get up to in my dreams, but who needs to be a wanted criminal in 8 countries anyway?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment