Am I naked enough?
Am I naked enough?
I ask myself this question while laying in bed, in full-on PJs, for the record.
It’s a Friday morning just before five a.m. Some people say this is the perfect time to get up for a mom with little ones. The house is quiet and undisturbed.
But others would say, Get your rest while you can.
I haven’t made a solid decision on the matter.
I mean. I guess I’ve done both.
But my husband is the one who makes the coffee in the mornings and since he’s not up yet, that means the coffee isn’t ready and I’m not prepared to risk making a pot or breathing this early without one. I mean, do I want today to be that day?
So I sit in bed writing in my head.
Am I naked enough? When I write, am I bearing my soul or just creating images on paper from my head? Am I connecting with my heart on the message or just stringing together a bunch of thoughts making a pointless piece of written art?
Just showing up in a public space with words feels naked to the soul.
To help myself, I Google naked at thesaurus.com.
I learn that naked, in the verb form and in context with my question, means I’m wrestling with being vulnerable, unclothed, and exposed. While in the adjective form, am I too matter-of-fact, unqualified, open, and obvious?
Naked.
Seems to be a fitting word, especially for a gal like me, an open book on most topics and willing to be stretched on the rest.
While writing these thoughts in my head, one little has risen to greet her dad for the day, and now I smell the coffee.
Maybe I’ll try this again, tomorrow.
