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Thursday, September 13, 2012
Too Much or Too Soon?
Every morning, I face the screen and try to think of something to say. I have so much I want to let out, but it's all a jumbled mass—or mess—inside my brain right now.
Thoughts and ideas are clamoring, jostling each other, and raising their hands for attention, but there are too many for me to distinguish one from all the rest.
Maybe I can't speak because my inner ear is too busy listening?