HOW?

How, how do people find the time, make the time, discover the time to write every day. Not the people who are writes. Those people, that's what they do. They're free time is spent writing because that's their job or their passion. I'm talking about people like me. People who do other things AND write.

Will I transition someday into a person who writes more? I want to write more. I have a lot to say. Maybe I have things to say that no one else wants to hear, but, I don't think that matters to me. It's like some of my art, or design that just has to come out of me. It wants to have form in the world. My thoughts want to be expressed. They pull at me. It's funny, I even find myself experiencing my life through how I would write about it at times.

So, if I have that, the need for my thoughts to become tangible in this world, why is it so hard to make the time to write??

The Hardest Relationships

So, yes, my last post made me have that warm fuzzy feeling about my son. Seeing that good, big chunk of love that is inside of him. I like that feeling. I like that feeling much better than the one I had earlier today. The feeling like I could snap at any moment and become some horrible monster. The "Mommy Monster". I mean, I was standing on the sidewalk across the street from my house. In suburbia. Which means in literal terms that everyone who lives around you, knows who you are from what they see in the street. When the fire department shows up or the police. When you're pulling weeds in your front yard which is a big garden of weeds and we wonder why you're picking them. Picking only some of them and leaving so many others to grow and take over your yard. Why you sit there for hours on end, picking, at nothing. And then there's the crazy lady down the street who yells at her kids to put a stick down like it's a bar of gold. That's when you realize...YOU are the crazy lady living down the street yelling at her kids.

Nice one!