I have something to say, can’t tell you what it is. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch, a sneeze that lingers just out of reach, a love you can’t connect with. I may be rambling but there are words somewhere inside me that yearn to get out, if I speak (or write) enough I’m bound to find them. I’m not at a loss for words but my words are lost.
This will be my 3rd post in 2 days, not a record I’m sure but I haven’t been this prolific in quite a while. Can’t explain it, just is. Could be because I’m in a good space. I’m spending time with my daughter and family, visiting my 2 week old (today) grandson, and I got the news yesterday that I can retire from my job 3 weeks sooner than originally planned.. All in all a good place to be.
I showed one of my posts to my wife last night, the first time I’ve ever done that. She knows I blog but up until that point I have never told her or anyone else where my blog is, nor it’s name. I’m not ashamed of it but there are posts that may not be received in the manner in which they were intended. Some of my earlier posts were more “venting” in nature and part of my healing, a journal of my journey so to speak.
So I’ve said enough for now, but still really not scratched that itch. It’s still there waiting to resurface, to be dealt with another day. It’s still on the tip of my tongue but just beyond reach. Elusive and teasing me. Waiting…..