I started writing my blogs back in November of 2011. My intentions were to figure out how to come to grips with the things going on in my life. Then something wonderful happened. I realized that I matter. My thoughts are easily transferred into emotions that when I write, people can feel. I've been writing for quite a few years. It's soothing for me. It keeps me balanced. I will write about anything. The only goal I have is to keep it as honest as I can because essentially it's me working through me, my feelings, my thoughts, my life. I cannot in good faith, look into the mirror each day and help myself if I am what I call "A Plastic Person". I write when I'm insane to bring sanity. I write when I am sane to keep hold of those strands. Some people knit. Some people draw. Some people shop. Some race cars or sail boats....I WRITE. I am human, real, flesh and blood. I am not perfect. I aim for it and fall way short of it. It's a goal. Life is a wonderful trip. It's the only one I have.