There is so much I don’t know how to do. So much I wish I was better at. So much time to fill with two little people that I sometimes feel like we’re wasting away, yet at the same time I blink and she’s almost 3. There’s so much longing within me to create and produce and accomplish! I want to be the next best thing. Yet as I sit here and long, life continues in a straight line. She really is almost 3. Maybe the things I long for are things that I can actually do, just a lot more simply than I imagine. Or maybe I’m already doing them. Or maybe I just need that push to do them, and it won’t be as hard as I think. What’s the difference between who actually is the next best thing, and those (me) who long to be? They probably don’t write blog posts about wanting to be the next best thing.

I’m writing because I feel really empty. Maybe that’s because I’m writing from a place that is literally empty. Stark. I don’t even know if what I’m writing makes any sense, but I guess that’s why I’m doing it. Flush it out. Something will eventually come of it. Because what’s even more certain is this: nothing will come of doing nothing. Nothing will come from always waiting. Start somewhere. Start something.

Miss E + Miss E…