I've been up and out since early this morning. Starting with an 8am student council meeting, there hasn't been a moment in this day for me to sit and write. I want to. I have a post in me. I can almost feel the direction my words and feelings will go, will flow, but I can't right now.
It's a day that started about someone else and is ending about someone else. Someone else's angst, anger, priorities, feelings. As often, as usual, mine aren't as important. That's not a feeling sorry for myself statement. That's just my reality. I'm too tired, or more, too used to it, to get frustrated any more.
Tomorrow I'll write.
Actually, tomorrow is Saturday which means 48 hour of it all being about other people.
I dream of Monday morning.