Pilot

Ok. Ok. I don't really know whats gotten in to me but I have just felt the passion to write a lot lately....about anything and everything but nothing in particular. Might be the reason why my laundry is behind.

The reason being is that, well, my life is somewhat like that of a reality show. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it is far from boring and I like it that way. It's not always good but at times very much so....but never boring.

Most of the time life is good. I'm never sick, I love my job, I have a man and a lot of kids, there is food in my pantry most of the time, gas in my car, and a warm bed to sleep in. Sometimes things are hard. I get moody, I yell, things don't get done, money is gone, and bugs are crawling. Lots of bugs! Whatever the situation, I am likely to write about it.

I am not what you would call orthodox. I am 45 years old but I am very immature. I do things like collect vintage toys.... some of which I won't let even my children touch. I go to church every Sunday but still rock out to Led Zeppelin. I am a far winged introvert (not sure if that swings to the left or to the right). Most of my life, I tried to fight this as I thought it was a disorder or something. Today there is no other way I would rather be. I sleep in until 10am some days, with no apologies, and I don't really care which way the toilet paper roll goes. Aside from the vintage toys, I don't really get that worked up about, well, anything.

I have traveled, observed, have learned a lot in life. I have perspective on every small little and my brain never stops. Through it all comes one thing. A story. But sadly, I had not yet found my voice....perhaps until now. I have kept journals all my life. The problem is, I can't read my own handwriting and it is doubtful that anyone else will be able to either. So consider this, if you will, that of an open journal. It may not be read by anyone at all, ever, but that doesn't matter. I take great joy in just letting it be said. 

I hope I can make someone laugh while I, myself, try to laugh my way through the bumps I may find along the remainder of this journey I have not yet traveled. I hope someone can learn something from me. I hope I can offer someone reassurance that no matter what happens everything is going to be okay. I might, just might, even make someone a little mad. It's okay. I know it will all be worth it.

It is September 25th today. I woke up like I do any other day. I wore brown, I ate chicken, and I did the dishes. But today, I will do something I have never done.

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I'm a writer now....yikes!!


"For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a Spirit of power." 2 Timothy 1:7