Today, words escape me. Or at least words you'd want to read

I have struggled with what to write today.  There was a blog post written about some people’s reactions to the post over at BlogHer that I wrote about last week.  The tone of the post left me wondering if the author was calling me out without actually pointing fingers at me.  My first inclination was to write a scathing blog post defending my opinion and my parenting style and my girls, who are 12 and 14.  But the more drafts I wrote, it became less and less important to perpetuate the drama.  I stand behind my opinion. I stand behind my girls’ behaviors.

Then I sat down to write about the two major episodes I’ve had in the past two weeks.  I was going to write about how the rose colored glasses I’d been wearing finally fell off and lay shattered at my feet. And with them, the lies I’d been telling myself, and the dreams that never would come true.  I was going to write about how I have struggled for the past 10 days to find my way back to peace, and a stronger me.  But unless you’ve lived the past three weeks in my head, whatever I would write would sound too cryptic no matter how poetic it may be.

So, maybe tomorrow, I’ll find some words that are worth reading.  In the meantime, pretend I am my usually funny witty brilliant self.