IN THE END

Please just help me figure out what I need to do with myself. I thought that possibly writing is what I have been destined to do since I could ever remember. But let’s be honest. I don’t write. I think about it often enough but I don’t do it. 

I suppose I am just not a story teller. If I can’t write stories that then what do I write?  Why have I ever felt that was something that I needed to do in my life? Something I have had niggling in the back of my mind for as long as I can ever think to remember. I do not have the discipline to sit down and just focus on something to write out a story. I am so foolish.  I think of everything else than just what I should be doing in this moment. 

Anyone post something new on face book in the last two minutes since I looked?

I think I dried a load of laundry yesterday that means I probably need to pull that out and put in the load from the washer.  The dishwasher is full of clean dishes, probably should put them away.  Look there, I should be doing these things than just sitting here writing.  What a waste of my time!!  Guess that also means that I’m wasting your time. I always figured that if someone was having issues with insomnia, my trivial blog would be a good source that puts them to sleep.  

Maybe it is time for me to just come to terms with reality. The only authoring I am going to ever do will be the journals I scribble in. 

Think this might be my last entry. If I do post something again, just might be awhile. Not that my words will be missed among the vastness of the interwebs – but I just thought I’d give folks a heads up.  I’m doing you a favor by stopping.

Mishelle