Lately i have been told that i probably have a story to tell, however i'm in two minds about it. We all know that every action has an equal and opposite reaction and i feel i have yet to have a suitable reaction and to be honest i'm not even sure if a reaction is worth the effort.
Over recent weeks the story has started to take shape in my mind and i have been making some notes, things come to me in waves and this morning i am sat here wonder where to start, there is just so much of it.
Memories both good and bad, i am very surprised at some of the things i remember, things people have told me when times were different, before it was my turn.
I remember quite vividly when the penny dropped and i realised that i was up next. My mind racing, searching for the signs, trying to remember when they first began. What did i do to trigger the series of events and can i change their course before it to late. Ha, no chance.
There have been many good times over recent years, at work and at home, and i will be trawling through my diaries and try to get some kind order before the i start to write. I am pretty sure there will have to be a series of stories as so much has happened.
Life is busy and it may be some time before the first chapter is ready and you can be sure it will be boring rubbish that's not worth the read but i know that the process of writing it will allow me to move on and close that particular door behind me.
I found this picture and it made me smile, who feeds steak to the grass, its just silly.
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