Puddle on the floor

Today I felt like a puddle on the floor. I couldn’t sleep last night. I pulled an all-nighter. Crying, trying to write, and just turning on a stupid tv show to drown out the fact that I could not get to sleep.

It’s not the best plan for getting normal sleep, but I wasn’t really trying to get normal sleep. I am unsure about some things. Writing is one of them. I love to write for me. I love to just type and do something that is a great release and a great tool for me to thought process.

I think that there are people who work on art, creative writing, or music and don’t pour their entire soul into it. They have a gift- not just a talent, but an ability to naturally administer and manage their talent and interaction with people.

I so need that ability. I am learning. I am growing, and fussing a lil bit along the way.

To anyone who is learning, growing and maybe a lil bit fussy. Here is a big hug.

Lots of love,

Missionary Momma Mia