I used to dream up blog ideas while standing in line at the grocery store, or while going on my numerous walks. Topics would hit me in the shower, while driving to work, during long drives to who knows where. And how I have lost this passion is beyond me. I have an idea, I draft it up, get about halfway, and stop. Not sure why, but I am just second guessing myself a lot lately. I have been going through so much lately, and I just feel like I am losing control a bit.
In any case, I am working on getting out of this funk. When most kids were playing with dolls and toy cars, I was playing with words. Creating stories. Getting lost in worlds that were so much more peaceful than my own. How can I possibly regret this wonderful gift I was given? The answer is I don’t.
Life is a gamble.
There are times when you are up and times when you are down. There are times when the house takes you for all you are worth and you are left broken and alone. But the point is to stay in the game. At casinos, this is point you need to call a gambling addiction hotline. In life, this is the point where you begin to fly.
Peace & Love <3
