I started a blog then I stopped believing that I could write. Took that first step and stopped. I haven’t been able to overcome my self-doubt and actually WRITE anything. Couldn’t squeak a peep.
Regardless, I refuse to quit trying. I have to start failing in order to DO.
So here’s my shitty post. Ta-diddly-da.
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Oh, I could have written this post. Not the one that brought me here (Boop), but definitely this one. Never quit trying. And every once in awhile, remind me of that as well. 🙂
Ta-diddly-da!
Every time you tell a story about your mom, you tell the truth. Say it!
Hmmm. But I resist because I don’t want to have a one-track mind. Or appear morbid.
Terri! I don’t think it’s morbid to honor a relationship that formed you. Tell your story.
Well, when you put it that way… 🙂 Thanks.
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried with you in just these few entries over the past several days. If I had a gratitude journal, and I might just start one, one of the first sentences would include you writing this blog. Thank you.