Yeah…so time. I keep thinking I’ll get back here and I just don’t.
I don’t know what exactly that means, other than that my hands are full.
The Husband is reading to the kids and the quiet is almost disconcerting. Life right now is loud, except when they are both asleep and the silence is deafening. It’s like being in the car on my own. I have to turn the radio up…way up, well because I can but also because there is silence from the gallery.
I wonder what it will be like when they are both in knitting for hours! bon bons! massages! Reading books in a coffee shop all day! erm house cleaning, shopping, finding a job.
This whole job thing is sure a quandary. I keep trying to figure out what happens next and not having a hard set plan really is throwing me for a loop. Ten years ago I thought I knew. A few years later I tweaked it a bit after a slight detour, then I did a total 180 a few years after that. It isn’t being indecisive as much as being molded by life. But somedays it still bugs me. I have a few ideas, now it is gaining the courage to make it happen.
