Coming And Going

Friday, April 1, 2016

This week I have thought, at various times, about this little blog of mine.  Just sitting here.
Like I have nothing to say at all and no time to say it. Sometimes it does seem like that, other times I have so much to say I don't know where to start.
More often than not though, there are things in my head and on my heart and on the very tip of my tongue even,  that stay where they are because they are not for public viewing/reading/hearing.

You know those things you want to say and those days when you feel like there is literally not one person on this planet that understands you, or cares what you have to say anyway.
We all have those days.
When you feel silenced... misunderstood...alone...when you are moving along, keeping your mouth shut because you know it's the best thing to do. The days you don't even feel like trying, or explaining, the days when you know if you said these things out loud you would surely be deemed crazy, like officially.

I have a lot of those days but often they are just moments in my days...not full days.
Sometimes I miss the days of writing or typing, sharing and just getting it all out there, if only for myself--Because really it has always been just for myself, this space and these words and pictures.
It's for me.

So you keep going and there are good days and bad days...
There are days you want to start over, somewhere else where no one knows your name, and there are days when you know you couldn't do this if there wasn't someone around that did know your name, your story and your heart.
These days of coming and going and giving all you have and feeling certain it isn't enough, they are hard. But they are good, too.
There is always good, every single day and that is what I keep telling myself- Some days we need this reminder and some days we absolutely do not need it. It's okay to have both kinds of days.
It's okay to be a contradiction.
It's okay to be up and down, coming and going, hot and cold.
Most days I can't pretend to be anything else, I just don't have it in me.

And that is okay.


  1. Beautifully written. I get it. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Thank you Terra! I do write for myself but it is always a nice surprise when you feel validated, like someone does "get you". :)

  3. This is exactly where I'm at right now. I've been thinking about giving the whole blogging game up but in all honesty that's not really what I want to do, but I just don't know how to carry on right now. I'm sure it will come, I just need to give it some time. Thank you for sharing your words here and hopefully I'll see you back here real soon x x x

  4. I have a big family. I live with my mom, my dad, my two sisters, and my brother. Both of my sisters
    are older than me,but my brother is younger. My sister Elizabeth is the oldest. She is sixteen years
    old. Carrie is thirteen casa98 old.We used to share a
    room, but when we moved to our new town,we each got rooms of our own. My brother John is
    youngest.He is only four years old. My mom’s name is Sally. She used to be a teacher, but now she
    stays home to take care of us.My dad’s name is Tim they is a doc. He helps little kids are sick.


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