Those are the random words that I chose to title this blog. This blog is about nothing. It is merely a tool for me to hone my dormant writing skills. I have let my self become domesticated, I am a mother, a wife, a maid, a lover, chef, and personal assistant. I didn't finish college. I didn't live up to anyone's expectations, least of all my own. I had dreams of writing great novels, profound articles, deep, meaningful poetry, short stories, anything really. I wanted to write. But I let it go. I let my ideals of literary success fall by the wayside, and my skills have suffered.
My mind is blank. My thoughts turn to dishes and runny noses instead of prose and plot. I love my children more than life itself. I wouldn't go back and choose a different path. I just wish I had taken time to remember myself. I don't know who I am. I know what I am. I don't have any skills, nothing note worthy, nothing to respond with when asked, "What do you do? What do you enjoy doing? What are you good at?"
I am good at making the bed? I like to clean out the dishwasher? Fold clothes? I change my kids diapers regularly? Is that who I am?
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