The last time I posted something on my blog....well, it's been years (not counting the handful of drafts I started and didn't publish until this morning).
Facebook sucked me in and relegated my interaction with the outside world to sound bites. I haven't got on Twitter, thank goodness. I'm much too verbose to have character limits.
I have committed to myself to start blogging again. It's mostly as a creative means of expression. If I don't write I think I will explode. I write to express myself. It's really the only effectual means I have anymore.
My brother James said to me once, "I wish I could talk like you write."
My immediate response was, "I wish I could talk like I write."
Sadly, I don't speak as well as I write, unless I'm giving a talk in church and have had time to prepare and (surprise, surprise) write down what I'm going to say.
I've always been kind of shy in that way and I don't think fast on my feet. My husband, however, doesn't have this problem and can talk to anyone about anything. Oddly enough, he struggles with writing. He probably thinks to fast to put it on paper. It could be a valid a theory?
I've tried my best to stay off of Facebook, because I hate to think that I'm addicted to the validating comments and "likes".
I'll be honest: it's been a struggle. I've realized that I still need a means of adult expression. I NEED to share the things that are important to me. And frankly trying to repress myself in this way has made me angry.
I don't like to feel mad inside.
I want to feel like Mary Poppins and Magda Gerber and Maria Montessori all wrapped up into one.
So here's the latest (and long overdue) installment of CUTE courtesy of my 6th baby, Peter!
