In a blurrr

Life has been a whirl wind over the last month. Moving home and re staking my claim at the menZone as manager has taken its toll. I am exhausted. I have been eating sleeping and pooping menZone even on my days off. I am living at home with my dearest mother whom I can not live with simply because our similarities clash like a horrific thunder storm. As you can imagine my energy is zapped between work and home. I am in the process of trying to find a place of my own to live where my long time companion, Tika, can join me. Thank you Hanford for hiring so many out of towners to suck dry the apartment supply.

It came to my attention just a few minutes ago that I really don't write any more. I used to write whenever an internal conflict surfaced, and there have been plenty in the last year, but I don't seem to do that anymore. I realized this as I was reading my friend, Jen's, blog. She is the most wonderful writer and, though I'm no where near as good, it made me realize how much I miss it. She was talking about the power of music. Be it to heal a heart or bring a specific situation into new light. Maybe it just gets you in the right mood before you go to work and I couldn't agree more with her ideas. For me, the same goes with writing. I can pour every drop of my soul onto the figurative piece of paper, as everything seems to be electronic now, and it is some of the best therapy I could ever get. So thank you, Jen, for making me remember how much I love to write and here is to 'picking up a pencil' (or just flipping open the laptop) in the very near future.

Happy reading everyone...I hope.