So…I think this is the first time I’ve written in almost a year. Lol This year has been…insane and quiet, all at the same time. I have a lot to say…but, possibly for the first time in my life, I struggle finding the words.
Don’t get me wrong…I have words…some of them four letters in length…some of them a confused jumble of feelings, both hopeful and afraid.
But I don’t have the eloquent, witty words that I feel like people expect of me.
So…I actually almost gave up my domain. My daughter was actually the one who told me to keep it…the one who pushed me to keep my place to write…both because she’s (silently) proud of my writing and because she knows that writing brings me joy and helps my stress.
Have we talked about this? No. Words weren’t needed. She just knew.
With no words.
And that reminded me…the people who love and know us most…they don’t need words…they just know. They know our hopes. They know our dreams. They know our fears. And they WANT to know us on that level.
Even if we’re not eloquent…
No words needed.
*Jazz Hands* Mom 
I’m SO GLAD you’re writing and so happy your daughter “heard” what you needed even though you hadn’t spoken. As you so rightly said – the people who know and love us are the ones who ‘hear’ when we’re too quiet/unexpectedly quiet and know just what we need to get our voice back xx
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I actually was wondering about you just the other day. Someone mentioned “jazz hands” in conversation, and I realized you’d been quiet for a while. I’m glad you’re still out there, and I hope you’ll keep writing.
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