I'm confronted, yet again, with a blinking cursor.
It's frustrating. Maddening. The worst of it is that I know what I need to say and yet everytime I sit down and try to say it? I end up weeping over my keyboard. The last thing I need is to have to buy a new keyboard and I certainly don't need to be electrocuted (is that even possible? Probably not), so weeping over my keyboard seems like a bad plan all around.
Yet, here I am.
When I was a little girl I read a book about the eruption of Mount St. Helens. I remember, so clearly, the author speaking about living there.
Gray, ashy days.
That's sort of how I feel these days. Somehow cloudy.
I'm sorry. Whatever is weighing on you so heavily, I pray it's soon lifted. Take care, Steph.
Well... Mt St. Helens. Gray and ashy as it may be, was pretty awe-inspiring on every level.
Something to think about, as long as you're crying anyway.
I'm sorry you're sad, sorry life is LIKE this. love, Val
don't push it.
step away from the keyboard.
When I was a child I had a book called 'Begin at the Beginning'. I remember it still. Maybe you should begin there.
Hugs and love.
I hate my gray, ashy days. Because on those days, I hate the world.
I'm sorry, hon. Hope you come out of the gray soon.
hey sweetie - just wanted to thank u for stopping by my lil blog ... i really appreciate it.
i hope u feel better ... wish i could hug u ... :-/
love and blessings,
I was home from school sick the day St. Helen's blew. I stood out in the yard, the sky dark, ash raining down, thinking "this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me". I hope your ash raining down turns into an amazing thing.
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