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Because, Because, Because

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  Hello, all! Happy Sunday. It’s beautiful outside, I had an interesting weekend and I am wrapping it with a cool beer in hand.   I usually steer clear of drinking on Sundays but it’s been a strange week and well… I’m an adult and I do what I want. It’s been a minute since I have written and I figured some of you might want to know what has been going on.  Let’s get the biggie out of the way. My wonderful Aunt passed away on Wednesday morning and that has thrown me for a loop. She was my mom’s oldest sister and died from Early Onset Alzheimer’s. I’m sad she’s no longer here but am okay with the idea that she is back to her old self. The one that was vibrant and independent and knew exactly where she was and the people that were around her.  I also hope in my lifetime, I see a cure for this wretched disease.  Last time I saw her she was too far gone to ever come back. Although, I really prayed for a miracle that she would. She did however, have a huge smile on her face when she saw me l

The Siren’s Call

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  When the world says, don’t… Do!   When jealousy and doubt and all those other evils try to stop you… RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN in the opposite direction.  Head to where your heart is trying to lead you and make sure to never look back.  This post is brought to by life and trying your best to figure it all out.  Today… I woke up grouchy and resentful.   I was once again pissed off that just a few short months ago, I had to severe ties with the small business I worked my ass off to build up. I was mad that I’m yet again going to a job I really don’t want to go to and even though it’s not a bad job by any means, it’s a career path I didn’t move cross country to do. I didn’t uproot my entire life and work for seven and half years nonstop to be where I am. Granted the new place I live is the only exchange worth that whole debacle. So I take all my failings with this grain of salt or tiny sliver of hope.  But again… all I want to do is write. All I want is my book series to be what opens all

The Clock Strikes Midnight

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  You know… I always envisioned writing a book one day. It was a phrase I always said… “One day, I’m going to be a published author… one day, I’m going to be in bookstores and  one day…  being an author is what’s going to financially sustain me!”  It was a sentence that became so part of me that it became second nature… except there was just one thing… NOTHING I EVER WROTE STUCK. No story I ever created pushed me enough to pursue it further. They were just tiny tales to spin my creative mind and feed this “hobby” of mine.  It wasn’t until I was 39 that the wheel for this life long dream started going in motion. I was on a flight from Reykjavík to Denver on December 30th, 2019. After a trip that inevitably changed my life. I had another trip like this once before but at the time, I wasn’t at all thinking about that one. Because that specific trip happened so long ago.  For almost eight hours, I didn’t move from my seat. I was enthralled with the show I was watching, I was mesmerized by

Ghost of You

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It’s a national holiday here and I had the day off. I also have an interview for another teaching position tomorrow… yes… you know how I said I would come back in a better state of mind. Well, I did and I am in a much happier head space as well.  I quit the new adventure that I was eager to try on. Come to find out, it wasn’t the right fit for several reasons and I didn’t wait it out to see if it was just me or just a detour I needed to take. I’m willing to bet it’s a little of both.  Without this detour, the interview that I have tomorrow would have never happened. And although I don’t want to be a teacher for the rest of life, I have come to the conclusion it’s the best option and most steady road to take in order get where I am actually trying to go. I’m also pretty sure, I am a shoo-in for the position.  But that little bump in the road isn’t at all what I am going to write about today. I used my day off to tap into my creative side and not feel rushed as often as I do.  Last weeke