That place between

If it seems like I am babbling, reaching, or otherwise not making too much sense, it's because I'm doing exactly those things in the search for that piece of inner wisdom. I have the best of intentions when it comes to writing a blog. When I make that first post, I am confident I will write at least a little bit every day. Sometimes, my head is full of a million ideas I can write about, but I don't jot them down. I just roll them around in my head until I get distracted and then I go find something else to do. There is, after all, always an excuse to *not* write. If I don't write today, I can just chuck it all up to a failure and say I tried writing and it didn't work out for me again. I want to do that because it's the easier way out. I want to do that because then I can't *actually* fail so much as I can just say I did and not have to put forth the effort and see how it pans out. Honestly, I know it is part of my depression and anxiety that holds m

I can think of no better way to start than to tell you a little (or a lot) about me and mine. I am a wife and a mother. I once helped run a business, but I realized one day that I did not have the gumption to do the sorts of things that management had to do. That is, I could not figure out how to fire people that didn't know how to do their job, as I was too sympathetic to the woes of being human. Granted, it is not to say that other people who do these jobs see other than what I saw, but that I myself did not have the spirit to look someone in the eye and tell them they were not good enough, even when they weren't. In stories that are too long to tell here and now, I myself had been told that too many times as a child and didn't have it in me to tell it to others, even if it were to the benefit of the company itself. People who do hiring and firing need to exist in this world, and I consider them very strong people. I do NOT consider myself to be this particular type