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Monday, May 16, 2011
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I'm a little out of my comfort zone. Although I have verbal diahrrea all over the net in various forums and on Facebook, I feel anxious typing in my own box here, alone. Anxious that someone will read what I think and maybe find out who I really am. Perhaps I'm anxious that *I* will find out who I really am. Nevertheless I always seem to have a lot to say, except now when I have a lot of room to say it and no one is listening. I have the same problem when I have plenty of money to shop with (which isn't a common occurence). I never seem to see anything I like when my purse is full. This is just me being contrary. I'm sure I will find more to say....much more than anyone will ever want to read. Anyway, my heart is beating a little faster now. At least I know I'm alive.
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I'll listen. If my words flowed on to the screen such as yours does, I'd be writing though. But it's okay, you write and I'll listen.
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