Thursday, August 12, 2004


While reading through some of the Blogs I read everyday, I was reminded of things I have stopped doing, or never actually got around to doing.

I used to write a lot, probably not worth publishing, but it was a good outlet for my feelings, dreams and fantasy's. I'm not sure why I stopped writing. Maybe it was because Aidan keeps me so busy so much of the time. Or maybe it was out of fear that someone would read what I wrote and make a judgment about me. Probably it was a combination of the two. I do know that it's hard to keep on track with writing when I'm interrupted all the time for a hug, or toddler melt down. I am also aware that I've spent my life afraid of what other people think of me. I worry that I'm not smart enough, funny enough, too funny, not aware enough about the outside world, and that people I care about are secretly laughing at me.


Anonymous said...

I'm not laughing.

the girl

Messed up Mama said...

Thank you, my friend, that's good to know. :)