Titles are easy. Thoughts are random and disjointed. In my head is a giant Salvador Dali. I need a USB port behind my ear to transfer to the WORLD all of the fascinating stories I hold. Some stories may even hold a lesson or two.
I find that the process of transferring thought to fingers to keyboard is one of those projects that may sound good (in my head). Just as landscaping my yard (the picture is in my head and it will never ever escape); learning to play the banjo; preparing, from scratch, tiramisu; and anything else that requires more than a two step process....all requires too much focus, concentration, and attention from me. Can't do it. Attention span left long ago. I can't even read a book. When did I succumb to adult ADD? Will this help? Will I be able to unravel and untangle the constant high speed stream running through my matter? Will I have the dedication to "write" as my husband has been begging me to do for 2 and a half years? Before he loved me he asked me to write his story. It may not be told here...but told it will be.
Speaking of my husband, everything held here is a tribute to him. It may not be apparent but I hold him tenderly in my heart always. If it weren't for him, I would have nothing to say that matters.
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