Sometimes I don't feel like my life fits me. I love my husband, I enjoy my job, but I'm itching to do something else.

Some friends would tell me it's time to write my novel . . . I don't even know what I'd write. I can barely put words together for this blog.

This blog . . . blogging . . . it feels so over. I guess it matters. Sometimes it gives me a little sanity by letting me empty out the worries that are cluttering my brain.

I just don't know who where I'm supposed to be right now.

Should I be writing more? About what? Just writing?

Blergh!