Who am I kidding?
I think every day.
But Sundays seem to be the day I revel in thought.
I don't even know how to word the thought processes that swirl in my mind like a windy fall day. Blowing loose thoughts about in an un-orderly fashion. Blown about until the wind turns to a light breeze and they are deposited on the ground to be stepped on or forgotten.
I do not know how describe the vivid and colorful way that my brain arranges memories. Keeping the favorites near the front to be readily seen and admired.
I cannot even begin to depict the rapid fire way that my brain spews information and takes it in and sorts it.. and sometimes even just sits there. Holding onto a single thought. Turning it over and over to fully inspect it. To gain clues from it. To glean any information about it.
And yet I wish I could share the way happiness swells inside me like a symphony reaching its climax. The swirling tones dancing about until I can no longer contain it and it is released only with a laugh or smile.
Sometimes my thoughts feel like pure poetry as I am trying to memorize every detail of the moment. And other times they are like. "Cheese. Yes... Cheese good."
Sometimes I get lost in the thoughts I am having and when pulled out of them... I have no idea what they were or where I was.
I always wanted to be writer because my brain has this fantastic places I would love to share. And I can never seem to get the words right.
Words are so hard. It is so much easier to write out my thoughts. To pause between words and taste test the way the word adds the flavor to the sentence. It is just so much better.
When you speak you have to say it quickly. You can't flavor check. And sometimes people don't want you to overthink it and talking is hard.
Good thing I became a teacher! Ammiright?!
that is about as good as this post is going to get.
Have a goodnight.