So the whole point of a blog is because you have something to say, and alas, I have alot to say and my greatest ?fear/hope? is that it amounts to nothing. I teach in a middle school, so I am pretty sure that I spend almost 85% of my work day speaking to deaf ears. Then I have a toddler, so there goes the rest of my chances of having anything I say be valued. The voices, not the schizo kind, the kind that just exist inside your head but you don't have a real word to call it, the voices talk to me and I want to ignore them, again a rack of nothing. I actually majored in writing and married a writer, and still nothing.
I talk to the fetus, I am pregnant. The fetus listens, I can tell and when I talk to the fetus I actually run out of things to say. Realization. Gluten for punishment, must be, only want to talk to those who don't want to hear it, those that crave it, I punish with my silence. I guess I believe the worst. There is nothing of value here in these words. I must get new words before I can take them seriously....
