I've always loved words. Lyrics, poetry can move me to tears. I love a well written sentence. There are bits of literature that I return to again and again because they evoke such emotion.
I've always wanted that power, that skill. Motherhood, however, has me almost wanting to forsake the spoken word altogether. I say things. I repeat them...for what? They don't listen.
I'm attempting a vow of silence. Some time to listen and think and find a new way. Anyway, I'm tired of the constant disappointment. I'm going to save my breath for a while.
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