I had planned to sit down and right a post about music lyrics. How they speak to me. How I love when you hear a song that says just what you are feeling or thinking. How that song stays with you for a long time. i was going to, but then decided I just wasn’t ready for that post. So why mention it at all? I don’t know. Maybe as a reminder that someday I should write the post. Or maybe to let you in on how flittery my brain really is. How one minute I am gung-ho about writing something and then the minute I sit down to do so my mind goes blank or dances off in another direction or two. That is my life. I am a full-blown tangent jumper who can very easily derail my own train of thought.
It happens.
So what do i write about instead today. Is there anything that interesting to be said? Anything I need to dump from my head onto ‘paper’ or that I think you might find terribly interesting. Not so certain there is.
I am entertaining the thought of writing my life story. Or at least the parts I remember. I could tell you all about not being able to go to my parent’s wedding but going to the reception. However, I was not even three months old yet, so it’s not that I remember that. I’d also share with you all the feelings I have/had about being adopted, but I really don’t have any. What feeling are there to have…the adoption was simply something the goverment required since my parents were not married when I was born. So I was adopted by my biological father. Not all that exciting. But I know that I have stories to tell. Good stories. Stories that would explain who I am and why I am the way I am. Stories that make me laugh. Stories that make me embarrassed. Stories that make me angry. Stories that make me cry.
But am I ready for that yet? I’m not sure I am.
