First off, I really regret the title of my last post. It’s so STUPID… I’m at a loss of things/ideas to write about, and I’m beginning to convince myself that during writers block I need to just NOT write, rather than encourage myself to write. My words just sound absurd.
When I’m distracted with thoughts in my head, I often consider them very private and I can’t make myself express them on my blog. It’s impossible, I’m not capable of it and I’m sure I don’t ever want to be capable of it.
Increasingly, I enjoy privacy. I desire the ability to be more succinct–but I’m not sure I’m capable of that EITHER!
I recieved a letter in the mail a few days ago that put a huge smile on my face. This was all it said:
Happy New Year,
Lots of love, xoxo
Oh dear, I’m reading into the concise note far too much. The point is, it didn’t need to say much to put a grin on my face.
Is this modesty is something I could learn? Should I learn modesty with words? Or should I accept my verbose nature. The power of mystique has irresistible strength.