I've been having the hardest time writing my next entry. It's still saved as a draft... as it was a couple days ago. I add more, but I change my mind. I take some out & rewrite sentences. I guess it's a touchy subject. Not touchy to you, (well, maybe) but touchy in my case. It hits home; I really do want to get my point out though. It's something I can't really put into words.
A particular conversation yesterday triggered my persistence to finish it, but I was too frustrated that I couldn't get my thoughts together. I did, however, have a GREAT conversation with a very good friend who let me vent to him. Sometimes talking things through is the best way to compose yourself... even if it happens to last until 4 in the morning. That talk was what I needed; what I've needed for a long time.
I still feel disappointed, but I'm pretty blessed. Gonna admit that.
At least my composition of mind is a bit more clear than others.
Ignorance is.. bliss? Not in this case.
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