Sunday, May 29, 2011

Nothing to Say

I haven't been blogging. Sorry.

I haven't had anything to say.

It's a thought that takes me only a second to say and only two seconds to realize is a complete lie.

We bought a house. We bought dogs. The semester ended and I needed a job. When did I grow up?

Why did I grow up?

I feel like I've reached a standstill, where I'd rather someone pick out my outfits, my meals, my daily tasks and my future. I'll probably be fine with whatever "someone" chooses. I just don't want to choose it myself. This is the train of thought that makes me think "I haven't had anything to say."

Fact is, I've had a lot to say. I just don't want to say it.

It's probably because to say things makes me feel vulnerable and open. Generally, I like this feeling. I like to foster that between me and my family and friends. Truly, I do. But I like it on my terms.

And when one is officially a super-senior in college (COLLEGE? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!), a wife, a home-owner, and soon to be a full-time worker and goal-achiever, the vulnerability is officially no longer my own.

And maybe that's why I don't want to say things. I think I already feel like I'm saying enough.


  1. If I see in my reader that you've written a new post, I save yours til last. Just FYI.

    I'm the same lately - I have a lot to say - I just don't say it. I should.


    Love, Wayne.

    PS I saw your hub last week and he told me about yous' guys' adventure to the Google con and all the free schwag you collected. Awesome.