On the anniversary of September 11 it seems sacriligeous to not mention it. Thank God for another year free of terrorist acts on homeland. This seems silly as I write it since other countries have not been so lucky. I realize we have been at war for the past year and in arms for the past two. While the political scene is not what it should be, it never is. I'm glad we have a free military to protect us and the right to vote even if this means stupid people will out-vote me. I'm glad I was born here and not another country. America is not perfect. It is only as strong and as good as the people who make it. That is the price of freedom.
Major writers block.
It's probably just because I'm not a writer but I'm suffering from a serious case of dull thoughts. Even when I think I'm being funny my thoughts are just too sarcastic to be entertaining. Yes, I realize this means I'm not happy. I'm very very aware of that, yet I'm mystified as to how to pull myself out of it. You would think I've never pulled myself out of the slumps before. The kids are wonderful. They are enjoying their new school. My schedule is fairly settled. I've created happy family moments doing homework and cooking dinner. I've tried drinking myself to sleep. I've tried working out and going to bed fit. I've tried waking up early and sleeping in. I've tried walking on the beach and picking flowers. I've tried holding hands. I've watched good movies myself. I've worked and I've played and yet.....there's nothing. Nothing to give. Nothing to say. It's not a peaceful quiet - it's a longing quiet. What am I longing for besides fulfillment? A goal? Isn't surviving enough? I feel like I've worked so hard to get here stretching for more seems like too much. Maybe I just need to hang out with some friends. Yes, I think talking to someone who doesn't need conversation would be nice. Hmmm....that's a thought.
