Do I have anything to say? I am sitting here, at work, at lunch, at my desk starting a new blog. I have done this before; written a contemplative blog and thrown my thoughts out to the sticky strands of the web. I have written a daily for a year, an every-so-often for a while, a never got back to it ever. I have seen some success with blogging, and I have seen self-indulgent burn out. So why am I sitting here thinking of burdening myself with a blog. Do I have anything to say?

I think that maybe I do.

and that maybe I should.

My world is tumultuous. An English teacher's life tumultuous? Well... I do teach 8th grade English after all. Beyond that, my own kids are growing and hitting into the heavy walls of social life... hard. One in fourth and one in seventh. I have only glimpses of alone time, my lunch hour really, and everything else is spent with... others. I am, as I am finding out in more severely defining ways, an introvert. An introvert surrounded by teenagers. God help me.