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And I am unanimous in that!

So, maybe I’ll just type until something comes to me.

I feel words rolling around in my head, but I’m not sure what to do with them yet. This is nothing new, of course - I have a real love/hate relationship with all the words in my head…and how they “roll around”…

…they always affect me, and often make me crazy! But, this is sounding a little like the introduction to some kind of support group (”Hello, my name is Angie, and I have these words in my head…rolling around…“).

I have found that days like this may not be the best time for me to express myself. I have a tendency to make rash and sweeping statements which - on saner days - will make me cringe….

So, let me just go on record saying, “I have no comment!” I feel nothing about any mildly and/or extremely polarizing issues regarding politics, leadership, economics, socialism vs. free-enterprise, the stock market, the housing market, gas prices, who Hugh Heffner moves into his mansion…and what color her hair is,…bull vs. bear, elephant vs. donkey, race vs. gender, Calvinism vs. Arminianism, traditional vs. contemporary ………..worship wars, holy wars…and/or whether it should be legal for someone to wear their pajamas to the grocery store…..!!!!!!! …but I digress.

In summary, I am having a peaceful Thursday in which none of the aforementioned issues and/or topics will ever occupy my mind….

….or roll around.

In any form or fashion.

And I am unanimous in that!

Peace! (Wait, is that rash and sweeping….no)… Yeah, peace!!

I Should Write a Poem…or go play marbles.

Robert Frost says, “Being a poet is a condition, not a profession.” I understand this. Wanting to write…actually, needing to write can feel like a weight that presses upon me until I just give in and pour out my soul. So, tonight when I try to sleep - if I haven’t written some inane thing or another - the words will roll around in my head like marbles…

The thing is, when I’m in a poetry kind of mood, I rarely feel like writing down whatever is in my head. It’s like the worst possible time to write…to talk, even. I should take a vow of silence when I’m feeling poetic…or at least offer free anti-depressants to all of my readership before they are subjected to my musings.

So, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll just write a poem and never publish it…just keep it to myself. I have hoards of old poetry in boxes around the house already anyway…what’s one more?

…I’m still fighting it - this condition of mine - for the sanity of the masses, I will fight against the rolling marbles…

You’re welcome…Happy Wednesday.

Peace.