i’m not sure what to slice (soLs)
I could write about how much I miss my parents since they are traveling through the west for a few weeks. It’s not so much about not seeing them, rather it’s just that they aren’t here and aren’t able to talk on the phone much.
I could slice about rolling my own pie dough from scratch in less than 30 minutes. Perhaps I’ve arrived
. It made me feel closer to my mom.
Maybe I should write about our 100 Book Celebration and the two hours of sheer joy in the bookstore with my kids. (Yes, all four of us made it — tallying 400+ books. Because, according to Stephanie, “Once you get in the fun of reading books, you just don’t stop!”)
The steaming pot of vegetable soup, made from my own canned tomatoes and homemade chicken stock and corn I cut off the cob then froze, could make a tasty slice. It made me ready to return to school.
My love for grey, rainy days is tingling to come out my fingers and on to the screen. I often feel most productive on grey days and usually totally calm.
Maybe I should write about the inexplicable energy I get when I’m around middle school kids. I miss being a part of a class of my own.
I could write about Sam’s buddy Garen. Garen is a fellow train lover. He and his wife had dinner with us last night. Garen’s kids are grown and out of college. Yet, Sam has found a kindred spirit in him.
Or maybe I should share that I’m ready to query for an agent again. I could capture the swirl of emotions as I prepare to push send.
But none of them seem right.
None of them quite capture what I’m feeling right now.
I can’t seem to make the words dance around and catch what I’m wanting to say.
Maybe it’s because I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for the grace of starting again.
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