Thursday, February 25, 2010
I've been a bit contemplative lately. Thinking. Reflecting. Wondering. Doubting.
I could blame it on the season. Or just my personality. Or any number of things I suppose.
Just some days I wonder how I am doing as a mother.
Or how I am doing as a wife.
Other days I really wonder so many things. And doubt so many things.
What about this blog? Yes, it is for my daughters. But it has grown to be such an extension of myself. Where does it fit in?
Which is more frustrating? Not having the answers? Or, having the questions in the first place?
~Puking one's guts out all hours of the day leaves too much time for thinking.
Confucius said that I think.