Saturday, March 7, 2009
I feel like I am always on the brink of saying something really meaningful, all the anticipation the buildup the excitement of how it will be received and then the interruption and it's gone. I wonder do we all feel this way. I wouldn't change my life for the world or my two interruptions, they are lovely, but I seriously find myself wondering how many hours of sleep I can survive on. How much can I do after they go to bed, or during my lunch break at work. Sometimes I feel selfish for wanting it so much and other times grateful for the excitement and for the thought even if it is interrupted. It will all just have to seep out slowly. I must do it (in small increments) or I might just explode. Is it just me?