My fingers burn. They long to type all the words that flow through my head, like a pianist longs to graze their fingers along the ivory keys on their grand piano.
I have so many thoughts. Some great ideas. Some recipies for disaster. But, regardless of the topic, I just love to type.
The problem is, where do I begin? Do I pep talk all the day long? Do I share my mom fails and pretend my shitty day happened for a reason?
What about fairy tales? Those always work out. That niche everyone talks about? I'm lacking it. I used to think it was because I didnt have anything worth saying, or listening to for that matter. After all, I'm just a stay home mom with a GED for my highest level of education.
Then, I realized, it was difficult to write, because I have so MUCH to say.
Maybe my niche is not having any one particular niche, at all. That could work. Because the alternative is this burn that never eases deep into my fingers. A spin in my head that never stops. Words, all words dying to escape. Fingers dying to tell a story.
So maybe while I pep talk, and pretend my shitty day happened for a reason, I'll also just let my fingers fly over my keyboard. Let the words escape. Ease the spin in my mind and the burn in my fingertips.
Maybe, I'll embrace the 'no niche is my niche' and just let it all roll.
That, my stay at home parents, is my pep talk today. And the one that needed it? Me!
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