I wrote stuff, today. Honest, I did. I had a post scheduled to go at 8:00 this morning, and then, I cancelled it. I’m not sure it said what I wanted to say. Or maybe I just didn’t want to say it badly enough to say it, even if it’s not what people wanted to hear.
And then, I wrote another post. It’s not too bad, but I wound up having second thoughts about that one, too.
If I take a deep breath and concentrate, maybe I can finish this one without getting too political, or too controversial. Maybe I can talk about kittens or daisies or something.
Lately, I keep hearing doors closing, conversations ending. The fading footsteps of people walking away.
I feel like I’ve fallen into a playground argument, and I can’t get out. There’s no point in engaging a pack of third graders.
Children shouting to the heavens…Wrong, wrong, wrong…
And with no other reason than You’re wrong because I’m right.
What’s the point in inviting a storm that never listened to a single word?