Five minute writing exercise here. Unedited. Have been thinking about this lately: how can I have both so much to say and nothing at all to say about my life these days? In other words, how can I have so much interesting going on and yet nothing interesting, everything humdrum? I do the same things each day, for the most part. The same routine that so many other moms of school-aged kids have. The just-trying-to-survive without any major embarrassment or injuries kinds of days. No time for embellishment, and isn’t that the fun stuff? But these are also such wonderful days, exhausting but full of life, of being out in the world and putting little people out in the world with all my/their blemishes and beauty spots, hoping to forge connections in spite of it all.

Okay, that was more like ten minutes. I got into it. Got past the humdrum. That’s so exciting!

Also, I did delete and retype a couple of times. Full disclosure. It’s so hard to let go…