I’m running out of apologies and beginning to hate myself for repeating excuses but it’s true. I can’t seem to write these days. My muse seemed to have decided to take a stroll somewhere and got lost somehow. Could I have accidentally dropped her off at some interstate during our move or perhaps packed her in one of my still unopened boxes??
I find myself occupied with thoughts but every time I try to sit down and write, I can’t seem to have the ability to expound on them and say anything interesting. So here I sit, trying to type something out of nothing, obviously filling the void with what surely feels like arbitrary noise in my head…
*I have a headache right now. Perhaps it’s a tension headache, wondering if my husband would be able to resist the temptation to kill me later once he finds out I stupidly ran over a concrete parking block earlier today. I totally forgot there was one in front of my car and instead of backing out of my spot, I drove forward. I can’t begin to tell you how many times I screamed ‘SH*T’ inside the car and felt totally stricken with panic, trying to decide whether I should keep driving forward or back up. I chose the latter on the basis of trying to localize the damage to one part of the car. Hopefully, said damage is not too serious. I’ll find out in a few hours and I’ll report back assuming I’m still alive by midnight.
*I found myself challenging my trust issues today as I took a totally unfamiliar and unplanned for route to my son’s preschool. For once, I decided to just follow the GPS and really go with the flow. Pleasantly, I found myself ending up with a more scenic route with hills and cows and more importantly, less cars tailgating me. Indeed, it’s amazing what happens when you decide to step out of your comfort zone a little…just a little for now…
*I can’t stop thinking of how old I felt when we went bar hopping last weekend in downtown Nashville. It was fun and the amount of talent we saw was amazing but somehow, I felt kind of out of place. It felt like I couldn’t keep up with the energy around me and no, I don’t think it’s just because of my age. Somehow I knew it was because of my personality, that I’m just not built for a night life like that. *sigh*
*Isn’t it strange how we keep dreaming of an ideal house, more space and things brand new, planning for designs and furnishings, and then you finally get it and have no clue as to where to begin and how to decorate? (I told you, every hint of creative fiber in my being seems to have gone on strike!)…
*Apparently, no amount of random thoughts can distract me. I’m still thinking of my vehicular booboo and my headache persists. Damn you, concrete parking blocks!!!