I've tried all night to write to you. Perhaps thirty stories have started. And none have been finished. There is so much I want to tell you all. About how I'm doing better. About how supportive my husband is. About my cousins. About small joys. About learning as I teach. About anxiety. About reorganizing. About my dad.
And yet nothing seems quite right. Nothing develops itself into complete ideas, let alone stories. So I'm left with this. Disjointed thoughts and an empty computer screen. But I so very much wanted to write something. To share a little bit more of me in hopes that you might share something of you with me.
And perhaps therein lies the issue. I had little to say to you. I just want to listen.
So, please, tell me about you. What do you think about? Where does your mind wander?
Before I go and await your thoughts,