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Is There A Book In Me?
I have often thought of writing a book. The problem is that I do not have the attention span to stay with one project for that long. I look around and wonder what else I can investigate. I prefer to accept that I have a curious mind as opposed to “Bright Shiny Object Syndrome.” This is my own definition of my brain. It is normal for me to change subjects constantly during the day.
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Outside My Door — There Is Adventure
It is so tough for my family to follow me in conversation. Luckily, I smile a lot so they at least see that I am happy. The best conclusion to my day is one that is filled with new facts and a new set of subjects to master.
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My Brain Each Day
So — I made a discovery this morning while sitting here with my thoughts at my favorite coffee shop — My blog can be my memoir. I have no trouble focusing on an essay that comes freely from my brain to my fingers. I can type faster than I can think (thank you high school typing class) — I can edit as I go and hit publish and poof it’s done. Another chapter. I don’t have to follow any order and every decade of my life is sprinkled throughout my focus for that day. I work through my angel side and my demon side with every thought.
I would like to thank my mother for being a role model for writing. She left a book of thoughts which give me comfort when I miss her. I would like to thank my dad for my smile — when he was happy it was electric.
I thank my sister and brother for never letting me forget that I was the bossy one but acknowledge that I am always there to take care of things and encourage them — they are my rocks.
My husband, kids and grandkids are my reasons for joy. When I am down, I can look at their faces and they reflect back the positivity that I have brought to their world. I must never forget that they deserve to see my smile— just as I loved to see my dad smile.
Oh but wait — I am reading about artists, I need to get home to do a legal document for work, do I have everything I need for Kinsley’s Valentine’s Day Dance today, what will the weather bring this weekend? Like I said, Bright Shiny Object Syndrome — I am smiling. I’m never far from my 18-year old self who had the whole world ahead of her.
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Eighteen is Magical