I love how the phrases we use become the language of our kids, and how our habits rub off on them too. My littlest love likes to tell us, “There’s no words for how much I love you,” an expression she learned from her nanny. We are big on saying I love you.
I’ve lost my voice. It’s been MIA since Sunday night. I’m grateful it didn’t happen til the end of the day on which I had my very last teaching commitment for the semester. But my phone has been running hot all week with enquiries from prospective students and I feel ridiculous whispering at them. And I don’t really have much whisper in me either. It’s quite hard to communicate that I can’t talk, so the first minute of the conversation is very odd.
Today I looked at my thesis for the first time in five months. My schedule gives me six days to finish this chapter. Today a sixth of the time I budgeted for this chapter disappeared with no words to show for it.
I didn’t post yesterday, not for lack of ideas. I was going to write a post about risk. I had some words down already but I couldn’t find the new ones I needed to stitch it into some kind of coherent story. It felt like it was going to take a lot of effort to drag the words out of my brain and I didn’t feel like I had the energy to do it.
And I’m not sure I’ve got enough words in me to write a blog post every day this month.
Sometimes, there just aren’t words.
Blog everyday in June: 3/30