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confessional

During our Thursday morning walk a week or two ago, Ana said, "It's summer! I check your blog every day but you haven't been posting. What's up?"

Yeah. Summer slips by, half over, and I haven't approached my blogs. I've circled them warily, considered where I want them to take me, retreated at the divestiture of cognitive energy. It's mucky in there and I haven't mustered the strength for the necessary mental housekeeping.

At the preschool last year I accepted a new position. I was hopeful then, dashed now. Though I don't feel the need to hash it out here, I do feel the need to acknowledge the struggle and to step away from it, shoulders square under the shreds of my ego.

Maybe that's enough confession to get me going again. I'll keep you posted.

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auntie m said…
I miss your blog. Don't check it as often as I used to because there is nothing there. But I would look forward to seeing you post again.
Gnightgirl said…
Funny, it seems that "dashed" is what most of the world can relate to. We are so fearful of putting it out there, and yet, it what so many people respond to...because we've been there and don't have the balls to say so.

Spilling my guts has always been rewarded here, darling, go for it. I read your posts and I think, "she went for it, by God, she went for it." Not her cup of tea? OOOoooo! Stand by, what's on deck?!

I love you.

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