TMI- what exactly is too much?

I was told recently that "he" didn't understand how I could have a blog. So open, a direct link to my thoughts. What I put here is for anyone to read. An open road to what's going on in my life, what is happening in my heart. Honestly, I don't understand it either. There are times when I just want to close this damn thing and not bother with having a blog. The funny thing is, it's a release. An outlet for a few of the things that I can remember at the end of the day. I have so much going on, so honestly other activities aren't really possible at this time. I was reading other blogs this morning and I know that I'm not as open as some, not as political as others, not as hateful, or as loving. I'm kind of just here stuck in the middle. My blog isn't for any of you to keep track of me, it's mainly for me. I know I forget lots of things. The way a smile made me feel. The bat of an eyelash. Even the way the water felt when a single drop ran down my chest, into my bra and under my breast. I don't want to forget some things. I guess this is my way of preserving memories. I know that I'm not a very exciting person, but I am pretty happy with who I am. I don't think I need to be exciting. I just want to be good. A good person that my kids will be proud of.

I don't know if anyone else goes through this, but there are times when my brain yearns for knowledge. There are times when I feel like my brain gets foggy and slow. I long to learn more. I want to sharpen my mind and learn as many things as possible. I'm not just talking about book work, although lord knows I still need plenty of that, but skills as well. There are so many things that we can learn to do if we only take the time. I used to say that when I was an old lady I wanted to be able to look back on how full my life was. I still agree with that. Speaking of being an old lady, my and Bren's birthday's are coming up. I am trying to come up with a really cool birthday cake idea for him. I want it to be fun and special, just like he is.