Carcharzel
36. Feeling Introspective.
It feels silly to describe myself as an artist. There's a certain connotation with that word. At least, in my mind there is and I do not fit that description.
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Yesterday I vocalized things that have been mulling around in my brain.
I often have difficulty transforming my thoughts into spoken words.
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I do not really "fit in" anywhere. I am a mother, but that is not all I am. I am an artist (there, I said it) but that is not all that I am. It seems that the two are mutually exclusive. The few friends that I have, don't have children. The people I know who do have children are not people I would call "friends." I know no one like me. It feels a little lonely.
36. Feeling Introspective.
It feels silly to describe myself as an artist. There's a certain connotation with that word. At least, in my mind there is and I do not fit that description.
~
Yesterday I vocalized things that have been mulling around in my brain.
I often have difficulty transforming my thoughts into spoken words.
~
I do not really "fit in" anywhere. I am a mother, but that is not all I am. I am an artist (there, I said it) but that is not all that I am. It seems that the two are mutually exclusive. The few friends that I have, don't have children. The people I know who do have children are not people I would call "friends." I know no one like me. It feels a little lonely.