Tonight, at the end of chaos, before the safety of bed, I am also at the end of my words. I’ve wasted them with meaningless requests, I’ve sung them to new songs. I’ve used them to express frustration and I’ve spoken today to show empathy to a teary six-year-old.
First, I thought that it was impossible to write tonight because I am sitting in front of the silliness of American Idol. I do have things to say. Watching bad singing isn’t my problem.
I am out of words.
Usually when I run out of words, the sentences I do form in spoken thought become unfeeling, or weary or caustic. I say things to loved ones I don’t really mean to say…I lose my tenderness.
When I run out of words when I really WANT to write something profound or startling or perfect or beautiful, or just plain REAL…maybe that is when I should just close my mouth. Or quiet my hands.
Time to retire to the ease of sleep. Time to reset the word counter to begin at zero. Time to refresh my mind with a dream.
In which case, I should probably just say Good Night.
I have so been there. Like all week long actually. I have had so many posts floating around in my brain but I was swamped with school stuff… and I have forgotten all that stuff that seemed so important and special! I’m rambling, huh… maybe I should say Good Night!
It sounds like you need to SLEEP. I hope you had a good night full of uninterrupted sleep.
It does wonders!