recently, a wonderful lady i know sent me an email saying that i had been so quiet lately, and it makes her worry when i'm quiet.
she made me feel cared about, but she doesn't need to worry.
i know i've been quiet, but not because i feel quiet. i've actually been feeling kind of loud.
it's just that i don't seem to have time to extend my loudness outside of myself.
it seems, these days, that every second of every day is spoken for. not necessarily in a bad way, although i do wish the parts that were most important to me did not have to be shoved into the periphery. but still.
the parts that have kept me most busy, and most outwardly quiet, are also the parts that are making me feel almost whole again. not quite fully whole. but closer than i've felt in a long, long time.
and soon enough, there will be time for me to be out loud again, too.