I don’t have a picture or wisdom, any creativity to share. I read on another blogger’s post, pictures creates a lack of interest from other readers. That was a bit discouraging.
I also had another run-in with some young boys who couldn’t act their age. They thought setting a fire in a community park trash can was something acceptable. When I confronted them, it became “ Karen” this and “ Karen” that.
Additionally, I’ve decided to listen to my intuition and recoil back into the privacy of my life. Something right now is asking me to focus on my home and time with my kids. It might be that school will be starting soon. It might be that I’ve reached a dry spell, where I feel overlooked and glanced over in the blogosphere… as if my content is annoying or repetitious, bossy? I don’t know.
Anyway, I’m here… every once in a while. For now.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza