Nightmares are dreams, too

All I could do was let out a disgusted sigh. I was once writing everyday and now the thought of even looking at my blog made my soul ache. What had happened? When I first realized writing was my thing I was excited. Creative ideas flowed from my mind like the mighty Mississippi river. But,…

There’s always another way

I have a friend that does exceedingly well with changes and disappointment, at least compared to me. He’s as calculating as the next guy, but what amazes me is that he doesn’t get attached to any outcome. He’ll be dealing with something that would have me in a tailspin and all he’ll remark is that…