What’s Left to Say?

My last blog post was December 5th, 2017. For the entire year of 2018 I did not write here. So I find myself, yet again, stuck in this same old pattern. My life speeds by me and I often find myself looking for sanity. Time to myself does not exist, let alone time to write. The followers I had, have surely left, so now I contemplate.

What is left to say? Do I write about my family who has both shrunk and grown? About my job that is unexpected, but amazing? My new house? My marriage? My friends? My drama? Go political? Bold? Feminist? Save the earth? Reindeer? The amount of times someone can drink their own pee before dying?

What do I say? Should I be funny? Serious? Lovable? Mean? I find myself missing my journal. My place to vent. I find myself in need of paper and pen. In this digital world I find myself typing instead.

What do I say? In this moment I say nothing. I list the things that could be said, but won’t be. I find myself clinging to an old habit. Alone at night, not a soul to speak to, I speak to you. About absolutely nothing.