A long time ago, I learned to type, however, I was not at ease with the number keypads but the letters were just a breeze. Thanks to my perseverance on sleepy Saturday mornings and some typing courses my aunt gifted me.
And now here I am again, typing some more and revisiting the ease and pride I feel every time my fingers hit the keypads. There must be a reason why I have learned this, there must be a reason why I like to write in English. Maybe it's not that perfect but my brain will just switch and use Uncle Sam's vocabulary. It is awesome. Now as I turn older, a word/vocabulary sometimes skips and hides and won't come out that easily, I savor the day and time when they flow easily.
I would like to type at least 3 paragraphs and let the words turn into something useful to me or to someone who might read this but what can I say or write? I'd like to inspire someone like me, a 50-something who is trying to remember what she wanted to be when she was 5 years old. A mother who gave up having her daughters' room in order and embraced the gift and the challenges that come with raising two teenagers. A woman who is learning to drive and despite the fear and confusion is still learning. Trying to be more courageous in the turns and highways. That hopefully, she'll be more at ease.
It's almost eight and my to-do list is waiting to be crossed out. The chickens are waiting to be fed and a handful of creative projects waiting to be finished, accounting to be learned.
And it's already week 3 in October. How about you? How are you doing, sweet courageous Mama?
(02.07.2024)
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