I feel like a woman possessed.
Not in a bad way though.
I wake up thinking about it.
I think about it all day.
I fall asleep and it’s probably my last conscious thought, apart from the Suduko I’ve done to try and get my mind off it.
I’m writing about anything that comes to mind.
The dog. Our walks. Hubby. Our life. Family. Past events.
And images are courtesy in the main to google.
and they in turn are sending my mind off in other directions, triggering a thought, an opinion, an experience I’m happy to share.
Reading the news never had this effect on me.
School literature never held so much interest.
There is just so much variety.
So much caring.
And so much sorrow.
I feel a part of something.
My small contributions are attracting readers from all walks of life.
Some are people like me.
It’s great. It’s wonderful. It’s brilliant.
It’s sad. It’s thought provoking. It’s personal.
Thank you for allowing me to share and express myself with you.