Sitting here behind my desk and contemplating about life. I seem to have come to that "midlife" season and I can't honestly say that I really know what the heck I'm doing. I KNOW I'm supposed to be "grown-up" seeing as my youngest child is 20 and we have 8 grandchildren. Yet, I still feel as though I'm searching and feeling my way around and asking myself, how do I want to spend the rest of my life? Where is my passion? WHAT is my passion? Do I have enough get up and go to get out and get it? The one true thing I'm certain of is that I need to get it in gear and get focused. I've often dreamed of writing yet I have no idea what to write. Maybe there's a book inside of me but its going to take a jack hammer to get it out. I once thought I'd write fiction. I just don't see it happening. My imagination runs faulty when I attempt to come up with the simplest of plots. Maybe inspirational or a memoir? Not sure. But if/when I DO put p...
I'm constantly surprised by how eccentric I am!