Somedays I feel like I have nothing to say. I don’t mean “I have nothing to say and nothing to offer the world” – it’s more “I could say something, but why?”

Somedays I have tons to say; provoking reflections, challenging observations, hilarious stories, witty retorts. Other days I just want silence; stillness. Somedays I want rest from the striving and the proving that makes up so much of my “ambition”.

Somedays everything matters. Somedays nothing matters.

I like it this way. I like the ebbing and flowing of life’s rhythms. I like not feeling the same way every day. I like that each day, for me, is painted with a different colour. It keeps me open. It keeps me guessing. It teaches me that I don’t have life nailed down. None of us have life nailed down, but it’s easy to lose sight of that. And once we lose sight of it we cease growing. I am not right as often as I think I am. I’m okay with that. I need to remember that I’m okay with it.

I have no idea what I’m talking about… and that’s okay.

Somedays I make sense. Somedays I just write because I haven’t in a while and don’t want you to go away and leave me all alone.


One thought on “somedays…

  1. what is it about our culture that has us so convinced that we have to have ‘stuff’ to prove our worth? ‘stuff’ is a noun. it could be a possession. it could represent a concept. it could be, well – anything!dude, the most powerful people influence others without trying to.- josh

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