Someone asked a question and I answered, then I wondered how many others had similar thoughts.
The person asked me how I got my thoughts to blog, and if I used a voice-recognition software.
Part of me does wish. It would be nice to have software that makes it easy and fast and would allow me to get back up to speed.
Then my husband calls me lazy.
Calls me LAZY!
Calls ME lazy.
The man that leaves his dirty socks on the floor by the couch calls me lazy.
And I type.
With one arm….and the wrong hand…and a computer that isn’t even mine. I’m typing.
Without help. Without software. Without anything making it easier.
Because, of all things, I won’t be lazy.
I may be slow and I may be clumsy, but it IS me…all me.