Is that sliver of my personality that thinks I am crazy actually keep me from being crazy? Do crazy people know they are crazy? There are times when I feel so overwhelmed I expect CPS to show up at my door and take away my kids. There are times when I want CPS to show up at my door and take them!

The first day of the second week of school. Ahh! The silence is so comforting.

All I hear is the hum of the refrigerator and an occasional passing car.

I feel the same hum throughout my body. I am filled with a hopeful anticipation. I am putting off the long list of projects; the same items remain on my to do list day after day. My fear is that once I begin one of those projects I will no longer be filled with the anticipation, but more likely the negative feeling of dread that I will never finish. The dread that I will fail at whatever I try.

Today is still filled with possibilities for success. I have not started anything on my list today. No way to fail if I don't try.