End of year blues

I write this with a heavy head, the end of the year always kind of get’s to me for whatever reason.  I think it may be because it’s one day similar to your birthday that really personifies the passage of time.  It reminds you that ANOTHER year has gone by, then I naturally look at where I am at and wonder what I am doing.

I mean I am trying, I try all the time, I am very happy with myself and all things considered my life could be MUCH WORSE it’s just that at 35 this is not where I imagined I would be.  The years seem to be getting shorter as well making the crunch all the more painful and worrying.

I am sure this probably sounded like some sort of depressed teenagers post about his cat not looking at him or whatever, honestly my situation brings me down but I am just fine.  The holidays just get to me.  Well this is more or less just a status update post anyway.  Due to the holidays, family, some unexpected goings on and general life stuff there is a chance I won’t be around until middle of the first week in January.  I will at least try to jump on, respond to comments, probably do my quotes but can’t promise too much more than that.

Hopefully I don’t need to take a few days,  but just in case.

First post 2.0

That certainly didn’t take very long.  Not two days after I start this blog I need/want to change my introduction post.  That’s ok though because now I actually have SOME idea of what to actually say.

So first of all let me say thank you for stopping by and also wonder…..how did you get this far lost?  I kid of course, Welcome

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New blogging and the return of my creative writing.

Ever since I was fairly young I have been interested in writing creatively.  I loved the idea of imagining something within my mind and putting it onto a piece of paper, that made it become almost real since it’s now right there, physically for anyone to read.  It gave my thoughts, ideas, hopes and dreams a sense of life.

I would spend hours filling notebooks with poetry, short stories, ideas and anything else I could image.  However with a lot of things I have started my writing fell victim to the life I had chosen by force to live and had to be put on the back burner.

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