It's been so long!!!
I've always enjoyed `putting pen to paper' . So it is kind of weird why I let it go for so long.
Sometimes the thoughts that flow like a raging river in my mind does not allow me to calmly and sanely express myself.
When I feel like I am obliged to do anything, I shy away or rather go across the grain...becoming unexpected and unpredictable, out of choice rather than being forced into any uncomfortable position. Sometimes hating myself in the process because I yearn for the human touch at the same time.
Am I making sense with all this gibberish talk, or does anyone think that coming of age at 49 is just way too late?
Questions, questions and more questions...will we ever find answers to our questions?
