And so I am supposed to be writing short stories, Trippy profound little gems with twists and turns. I gave myself this summer to come up with something. I have written one entire and and two partials and that is it. I have sat at this website and bored everyone with all my long-winded crappy opinons and I have discovered that I am not as good of a writer as I thought.
I think it is because, although I try to educate myself, my brain has be rotting for the last 12 or more years, probably more. No time for thought; no time for reflection, no intelligent conversation....laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, shopping, helping run a home business, being a well involved, but not too involved mom. I have given and given of myself for the last 17 years, there hasn't been any time for me, I feel so behind, so late, so not on time, it's embarrassing.
I have longed to fill my time with intellectual pursuits, learning as much as I can. Circumstance and my own weaknesses have stalled my progress.
I have however, grown during this time, I am so much braver and stronger than I thought was possible. This gives the confidence I never had before. If I believe and I work hard, I see no reason why I can't succeed in the pursuit of my stupid little dream.

No dream is stupid.

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