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-you write for five, don't overedit, and post. and thats all that it is. i am trying to write more!
thats what she wrote up there, and thats my high def way of showing it to you...
but I'm going to write for five minutes on "AFTER" in response or because of the gypsymama's linkaging...
I tend to follow, is how I began it. and I'm right away filled with uncertainty about the truth inherent there, but it is how I feel, as the mama of three, one teeny still. There is a brood I have and they tend to the running, these days. I cluck and ruffle my feathers and waddle around behind them. It is hard to value oneself as highly as we should. Some days I can barely raise my head above the laundry piles, or to respond to the man of the house. (makes him sound like a caveman, but he is not, except occasionally) :) But I have come to realize lately that I can't wait until after the children are grown, after they have left the house to do those things which are the stuff of dreams... I just can't. I can hardly see the forest of my dreams these days and it is all part and parcel of itself, an in-folding, ever-folding laundry pile of sheets... what is it that I think is happening after? how long will I wait to wash my hair?! heh. the self-value, self-respect position? the place wherein I value myself enough to care, to take risks, to leave the laundry done or undone as the day calls?
maybe it is this spring... digging me out of my winter home... sending me scuttling from the light... i've grown too heavy in my woolens... what will happen after?