The Important Thing to Remember....

Well.... It was a hellish month. It is over now and I don't mean to dwell on it.

I quit my job today. I hated it there. The coworkers were great and so were the clients but the boss was an ass and a half and there was no end in sight to the daily debauchery that was sucking my life force. So, I am back to the drawing boards and attempting to clarify what my calling in life is.


I need to write. I must write. Everyday I think of things to say and I rarely make the time. It is something that won't stop plaguing my conscience until I have my book bound and in my hands. I need to allow this reality to settle in and simply make the time to do it. Screw finding a bullshit job to fill up my time. I need to write.

"You have a lot of things to say... and the world needs to hear them."

My primary told me that when I was in treatment. That was over 4 years ago and it is seared into my memory. I remember her look of intensity when she told me that. I remember her leaning forward in her chair to get my attention.


So, what do I have to say that the world needs to hear?

I am not sure. I have about a million ideas floating around in my mind. I could probably write a dozen books with all of the pitches that I throw at myself. Yet, I have settled on one and I need to devote myself to that cause.

It scares me a little. To truly write out my story....

I wonder if it will be as earth shattering as I have been lead to believe. I wonder if it will trigger me. I wonder if it will trigger others. I wonder if it will close this chapter of my life and leave me with such an excess of closure that I don't know what to do with the next 50 some odd years.

I won't know until I try....

The important thing to remember is....


"Tomorrow is another day!"-Scarlet O'Hara