Is happening, right now. Has been decided, but I just don't know. There's the elections, the protesting going on where I grew up, and then my oldest son.
I've typed and deleted, and typed and deleted, typed and deleted every morning now, for the last 4 months. Here, there, everywhere. It's out there. An hour every morning, to where I almost feel like I could do this as a 'job'. It's damn sure not 'art'.
Here it is, a week later and not one thing of those three listed above has turned out the way I thought it would, and prepared for. I saw the signs, but ignored them. I can't help but wonder, what else am I missing?
I look towards the internet for a bit of guidance, it's never failed me before, right? ha!
Actually, I take that back. I've 'met' some very good and kind and interesting people online, a meeting of the minds, and for that I'm thankful. Also, it rained during the night. Not enough to put out any fires, but at least it settled the dust a bit here in town.
Still reading along, and peeking thru the windows..