They say that ranting is therapeutic.
I've tried screaming. It upset the postman, and frightened next doors dog.
So I thought why not write a Blog?
Nobody will see it.
I can rant as much as I like without troubling people or animals, so no harm done.
Maybe it's a midlife crisis.
Some might call it Empty Nest Syndrome.
Whilst I do so like a syndrome, it is really not my nest that is empty.
My arms? Perhaps.
The children's bedrooms? Well, they are unusually tidy and still.
That little corner of my heart? You know, that space that is indented with the shape of your very own child? Well, yes. Definitely, yes!
Wonder will I ever get used to having a full fridge, a tiny phone bill and no thumping 'drum and bass' rattling the floorboards?
My chicks have flown!
Perhaps I should adopt a few more. Would they ever become as precious as the home grown variety? Probably not.
Mine have my heart wherever they go.
They light up my world, but they no longer need me to light up theirs.
So I am going to try and find something that I can do well enough that maybe a little light from my success may flicker into their world.
Now I am waiting for inspiration!!
This could take some time. . . . . .
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