Stuff. It happens. It is what life is made of. Live it. Live it well.
Some days you really should just stop. You should stay home and not bother with all the things you're so sure are necessary. Busy-ness shouldn't be a prize to be bragged about.
I continue to be baffled at the decisions of the new government; and if someone could explain to me the weird that was Q and A last night, I'd be ever so grateful.
The writing may change, but then again, don't all things? Nothing worth keeping stands still, well, not in my mind anyway.
I haven't been around much lately. Because, well, life. It is happening as I type.
Do you know what is outside the window? Sunshine.
The theme from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly is playing in my head. Tumbleweeds are rolling.
Tick, tick tick. An election is coming. Again. While politicians and the media scramble for sound bites the voting public watch on. Who to vote for, how to vote, how not to vote, where
Writing is all good and well, but it is, at the end of the day for sharing.
In the last few weeks I have discovered that in fear there is strength. In pain there is hope. In early diagnosis there is the possibility of a happy ending.