The Sky Is Falling

It's OK I don't know who I am either.

I have told myself several times each day for the last two weeks that I need to come over here and spend some dedicated time writing.
Only it's just not happening.
It's not that I don't have stories to tell, words to write, insights to share. It's that I am lacking on time.

The true mark of a blogger is someone who walks around writing blog posts in their head all day right? Well I've got that part covered, but when I've finally got the house cleaned up and the kids content I can't remember exactly how I phrased that line, or how I wanted to say this, and so those blog posts continue to float around in my head until it comes back to me, which is usually when I'm trying to fall asleep in the middle of the night, or while I'm sitting at the school assembly mumbling along with the school pledge. "This is our school, let peace dwell here, let the rooms be full of contentment..."

During this time, more has happened than just being the super mum that I quite obviously am. Who am I kidding? Life is happening around me. I feel like my senses are heightened and I'm seeing things in a different light, and taking away some deep shit from watching the leaves turn yellow, then orange, then brown.
As they fall and die I am realising that this is life, we need to shed our skin every now and then to make way for the fresh new stuff. To allow life to grow.
Sometimes this means stippling off bare and being exposed for a while. I'm not sure if I can do that, but I really want to try.
I'm tired of sitting by and wondering how people can be so happy when I know I could be too if I demanded more from life.
I've just got to grow the balls and take a leap of faith and hope that if I start to fall someone will hurl me back up.