a public service nudge

i keep trying to think of something to write. stuff happens. i sit to write about it. a couple paragraphs in and i delete, close the laptop and wander off.

yes, i know i tend to withdraw a bit. ok, a lot, and ok, almost always–revise: i know i rarely engage in social outings and almost never reach out to anyone or lay it all out there for everyone to poke and pick over–but i just seem to not be able to talk or type about what’s in my head or what’s happening around me.

i will send this, with apologies to anyone who noticed i haven’t said much. or, to flip it, with apologies that i interrupted the welcomed silence. ;-/

i will try to do better. i will make a list of all the things i MUST do and try to figure out how to go about doing it all. you know, like exercise, eat less, drink less, yoga every friggin morning, clean more often, walk the dog, feed the brni, make more art, call my cousin, aunt, sister, kids, etc.etc.etc., and update things on LJ.

ok. that’s all. sorry for the silly noise.

5 thoughts on “a public service nudge

  1. ladywind says:

    ~warm hug~ I think it’s a time-of-year thing. Either that, or all the women I call Friend have the same habit. Weather turns cold, we bundle up into warm little nests in our heads. Open our mouths to say something about it, then think, “Why?” and go back to the nest.
    You’re not alone.
    Your voice is welcomed.
    You’re welcome to poke at me, too, if I go too silent.
    <3

    1. lsaboe says:

      ya know, you’re right. most all the women i know do this as well. the ones who don’t, i simply drop my jaw in awe and then hide from.
      this makes me think that this might be the way it should be. that it’s possible that survival is involved in our anti-social behavior.
      love you, ladywind.

  2. westlinwind says:

    “Weather turns cold, we bundle up into warm little nests in our heads. Open our mouths to say something about it, then think, “Why?” and go back to the nest.” Exactly so.
    Love you, Lady, silent or not.

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