I feel like I have a hundred blogs in my head, swirling around like the wind outside. I can’t seem to catch them to write them down; or else I can start them, but I can’t keep them going in a direction that makes any sense.
Anyone who knows me well knows how I hate the wind. I hear it howling into the small crack in my window where I can’t quite get it to close completely. Besides making me feel restless, it also makes me feel as if I can’t keep anything in place. It’s as frustrating as trying to pick up a pile of leaves on a windy day. Nothing in my life is ever where or what I expect it to be. Just when I start to think I’m getting things in order, I look up for a single second and they’re all mixed up again. I don’t like this disarray.