3 Months Wasted

In my last post, I pledged to write more. Three months have passed. I have written more in general, but I've obviously neglected my blog. As I mentioned previously, I'm thinking about changing the direction of this site. I am feeling more positive than I have in a long while. In fact, an essay I wrote was accepted to a local publication. Obviously, that made me very happy. I've been working to maintain a positive outlook and fight depression with exercise and writing. I've been focusing on the positive whenever possible and rejecting negative thoughts. It seems counter-productive to blog about the purely negative. I'm considering the changes I want to make. Hell, since no one is reading, I can totally change this blog or I can start another one. Whatever happens, I know that from now on I need to work daily to reach my dream of writing for a living.

It Matters to Me

I realize no one reads this, but I still want to announce my intention to come back to writing. It doesn't matter who reads, what I think, nothing matters but the writing. Perhaps it is time for this blog to transition from only one aspect of my personality to the broader picture I have of myself, that of Writer. Not just negative, depressed woman at odds with the world. But also the woman who writes about these experiences. I am the woman who values my own experience. My one life is precious enough.

Now and Then

It used to be that things were written down, documented. Now everything is a bad-link away from non-existence. Does my writing mean anything if it disappears? I am asking this question within a blog, which means I already know part of the answer. Our modern times, our moment of history, is invisible without the written or spoken word RECORDED. That is what makes it "real."

Ah, Spring! I wish I could like you, but sadly, I can not. You usher in the season of sandals and flip-flops. Thus, I am subjected to the hideousness that is most feet. Callouses, unkempt nails, cracked heels, toenail fungus....the works. I just can't stand it. I KNOW my feet are ugly, and for the sake of humanity, I keep them covered. I do not subject people to their ugliness. I wish others would be so considerate.

I'll Be Bloggin' My Way Back to You Babe

with a burning love inside...I want to be more productive. Write more. Blog more frequently. I have a lot to say. Most of it is rambling and useless, but what if something I write touches someone? What if I share something that eases someone else's mind? I love being home alone and thinking, drinking, and smoking. It is a small vacation for me. And I know J is having fun too. It's a great way to live. With your best friend, lover, champion. It is good stuff and I know I am blessed.

Questions

What are the questions we all ask? Why me? How did this happen? Why do I exist? Does this person love me? How can I love myself? And on and on and on.....

Stop asking. Just be who you are. Don't worry about the rest. If you are honest, then you will be brave and true. You do not have to worry about being right. You simply are. That is enough.

Love to you all.

It's My life

Don't you forget. It's my Life. It never ends...........there are good moments and there are bad. which do we choose?