Like my head is full of mostly plaster instead of brains.
I know there are brains in there, but all the thoughts have to spend so long traveling back and forth through the plaster, that sometimes I get stuck in stupidity.
And that makes me feel inadequate.
.....
I have been traveling, and writing posts, but not posting them. Sometime soon I will post my traveling posts. Maybe even this weekend, because I have a weekend. It would probably be better for my career to spend the weekend sitting quietly and trying to coax my thoughts through the plaster. But that sounds like a headache waiting to happen.
And plus, family gets first dibs on weekend anyway. Not career.
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Well, Inadequate will dog you the rest of your life. It's become a comfortable companion of mine, much like a slobbering golden retriever, or a sideache after a long walk. It's there, but it's not me.
And you are really quite adequate on so many fronts that I can see. Yessirre, I'm happy to know you and call you my niece. Keep up the good work. Even if you feel inadequate.
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