It's all about meme

I was tagged. By How do we know

I can't step outside myself and see what this says about me. Oh well. Here we go -

I am thinking about ….. now, and taking each day as it comes.
I said ….. a great deal. But nothing that mattered.
I want ….. my children to remain well and happy.
I wish ….. I were kinder.
I miss ….. people whom I have lost.
I hear ….. birdsong.
I wonder …… at people’s courage and optimism, whatever hits them or whatever they fear will happen. People are wonderful.
I am …… tenacious.
I dance …… awkwardly.
I sing …… when I’m happy. Particularly if I’m alone, as it’s only kind to spare other people from pain.
I cry ….. rarely. But when I do, it’s in bed, in the dark, quietly, and tears run down my face and coldly into my ears, which does not help me feel better.
I am not always …… to be seen with a glass in my hand, surprisingly.
I make with my hands …… expansive gestures. Which can be a bit disastrous when the glass is full. But as long as it's never half empty, who cares.
I write about …… everything that comes into my mind. But not about my real feelings, they are a secret.
I confuse ….. the names of all my family. They all know to answer to any name at all, even if it’s that of the dog.
I need …… books. I love language, thoughts expressed. I need to read, to lose myself in stories weaved by strangers, to be soothed, uplifted, enthused, informed.
I should …… stop reading and writing and do some work.
I start …… eventually.
I finish …… what I start.

Do consider yourself tagged. But not as an imposition.
xx z