My Notebook

I've got this notebook. Blue, 8x11, the front covered with parrots, cockatiels, parakeets; the back with flowers and butterflies. Stickers, you know. Anyway, inside the notebook is everything I've written for the last twenty years. Anything before that is lost in "The Great Since I Can't Lose Weight I'll Throw Away Everything Else to Lighten the Load Frenzy".

What makes me happy is that the notebook is getting thicker. When I write something, and I feel/know it's not complete crap, I put it in there. Once in a while I pick it up, leaf through it. I feel good about this because I'm writing. I'm working. I've known from my 'tween years that I want/need to write, but I've spent most of my life blowing it off, wasting time. Not wasting time anymore. Not saying I won't still be watching t.v., slacking off, staring at the ceiling, but I'm spending a good part of every day writing.

That makes life possible.