August 3

August 3.
Today is August 3.
It is 12:25 am and I know I need to go to  bed. I have been off for a few days and have to go to work tomorrow. Thankful I have a job to go to. I would like to be a better writer. I know it takes many hours of writing. What should I write about? memories? my cat? my future? my dreams? When I think about writing I come up with a question I want answered. Such as, why does it feel like everything around me isn't real? It is such an odd feeling. I sit outside and I watch the leaves blow in the trees and the color of the sky and I think how beautiful it looks. Who am I to sit and be apart of this world? What is my place in it? The other day I was thinking how nice it would be to just enjoy life without always feeling like I have a major decision to make. Just to be able to relax and enjoy the trees. Is it security? At times I grow tired of life, the constant feeling of being a failure. I realize that my thoughts and feelings are a result of my depression. Well, good night.

May 18, 2014

Hello, it has been awhile.
 My life is in total chaos!
 Well, not really. Just my house.
I am 53 years old and I am still trying to find myself. Ugh. What a waste.


I hope I can reveal a little of who I am. What I want to be when I grow up.
And the fun projects I am working on along the way.


For today I will tell you about Two Socks. Two Socks is a blue point Siamese cat.
I have agreed to take care of Two Socks until his owner is out of the hospital.
I think I may be taking care of Two Socks for a long time.
He is a beautiful cat. Very affection and ruining my carpet.
He is the most affection cat I have ever met. So affection I can't seem to get anything done!
He walks on whatever he wants. Talks to me a lot. And purrs so loud. He has licked my face a couple of times, which I find so endearing.


Will I miss him when he goes away? Yes, but not as much as I miss my dear sweet Brinkley, my pug.