I want to be that person who is put-together and friendly enough to remember to casually invite people over when the opportunity comes up. I want to be that person who can see the opportunities.

I want to honor the people who keep me sane throughout the week, they don’t know it, but I need them. I want the courage to call and check up on people without burying myself in Facebook.

Eloquence. I used to have it. I used to have a Right-Brain that wandered and kept me centered at the same time.

The things that I see, that are beautiful. I want to stop long enough to notice, and stop long enough to write them down. I want to be able to find that voice that I’ve lost. That voice inside me silently recognizes the things that should be shared, but I can’t hear it.

Memory. I want to remember the feel of the baby wrapped up in the sling. The way he laughs when I swing side-to-side with him. The scent of real baby’s breath.

I can feel myself slipping in and out of mental organization. I’m losing my glasses, and losing my train of thought. The dishes aren’t getting done. Nothing is. Not nothing, just bottles and diapers, nothing else.

Escape. Part of me knows that television is not an adequate escape, or friend, or comfort. But I just need a break. Just a break, just a day, just an hour, just a minute. Please, just a minute.