Sorry dudes . . .

I was lost.

But here I am again to give you something to either smile at or make you roll your eyes--heck, maybe even both.

I write by the seat of my pants. I never think things through first. Whatever is flowing onto this page right now is spewing out at a never-ceasing pace. Just happens to be the way I do things and . . . sometimes that "nonthinking it through" can get me into trouble. I take that back. It HAS gotten me into trouble.

Luckily for me, I'm made of rubber. Nah, not really, but that would be cool, no? I'm resilient, and I bounce back. Sometimes I land on my feet smiling, and sometimes I land on my cushion wondering what went wrong. It's all good as I'm at least still on the ground until my mind floats away again.

Off on a tangent-- digressing suddenly from one course of action or thought and turning to another--yep, that's me alright (thank you, dictionary.com). I have lots of ideas coursing through my brain, yet not one has come to a conclusion. That kind of bothers me--my inability to finish something.

So that is my goal. I am going to finish something. I am going to go through the stress, the torture, and the gratification of doing what I have never done before. About time, huh?