The Rest of Your Life

I love the end of the year in a way. I’m sad for the passing of the old year but I can’t do anything about that. I mean, I can’t slow it down. So. Just like the rest of humanity I have to accept it. Or not.

I choose to accept it.

And do what I can with it.

The end of the year gives me time to reflect on where I’ve been and where I want to go. So I did that. And what I’ve decided is this: I want to go in a direction my mama probably would not advise me to go. But my mama is not here and I’m all by my lonesome (funny how adulthood gives us all this freedom and then we decide not to exercise it!) I’m just going to go where I want – damn the torpedoes full speed ahead!

In hind sight I gave a year away doing what I was not really suited for (real estate) but that’s all right. I had to try. Trying is what life is all about. If those people out there who have the opinion that I’m not doing it right, well, they can just shut their pie hole because it’s my life, don’t you forget!

Thank you very much! (Big Smiley Face)

I also say this to the very present voice in my head who does such a very good job of replacing all the outside voices. As a matter of fact, the inner voice is the loudest of all. So to this voice I say “Shut your pie hole! It’s my life. Don’t you forget.”

Here’s the plan: I’m consolidating everything into this Web Log. Artist. Writer. Everything. Here you will read essays on things that interest me. (I hope you enjoy my little stories.) Here you will see my artwork. (I hope you enjoy that, too.)

I have big plans and I can hardly wait to start publishing. Like “they” say: Today is the first day of the rest of your life!

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