I think about blogging a lot more than I actually blog. Sorry about that I've been busy lately. I have found that i now keep house when before I did not. I think that living in the Airstream had a lot to do with that. I find myself unable to walk by a sink full of dishes without washing them when before I would "get to them later." It's strange to me and I think I might be nesting, I am almost thirty now and this could be the first ticks of a biological clock that I never thought I had.
Tonight didn't start well, I locked my keys in my truck and had to call a locksmith to get them out. We I say I locked them in there when technically the truck locked them in for me. I should never set my keys on the bumper, I will post a photo later.
Took the kids over to the coffee house and my night started to improve. We had a poet come to read for them and they were all given the opportunity to read some of their own poetry. I was surprised when they took turns reading most of the night. They badgered me for a while knowing that I was once a poet I felt badly because I didn't have anything to read for them. I felt as though I was asking them to share when I myself did not have the courage to do the same.
This guilt forced me to write a short poem and read it for them. It wasn't anything to writ home about but I did throw together something fairly decent for them to hear. I guess it's a start. I hope that it's enough of a jump start for me to begin finding my voice again.
Every day is a new day and hopefully today I allows me to begin anew.
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