i feel as though every part of my life is a little unsettled. for some reason i find myself not able to understand why it is what it is. i often wonder why it is, & usually it's all the time. when my husband catches me daydreaming, he asks me, "What's wrong, babe?" usually i never know how to answer him so i make something up like "oh, nothing," for example. usually it's not nothing. it's my mind coming up with ideas for blogs, for stories, whatever it may be. unfortunately, i sometimes never have the erve to follow through on any of my ideas because i'm afraid i'll be laughed at or i won't get a response. i seem to thrive on what people think even though i shouldn't. i don't know why i do. i just do.
for whatever reason, i'll figure this out. i know i will. it may take time though.
