Writing can be so difficult... thinking of a clever story or twist of a wrist to share that will parellel your intellect.
I've been stuck a little... frightened to post something banal.
Looking back I realize I am not the kind to "wait & see" or think through all paths and consequences. Jump in and life will happen along the way. I'm a do-er: sometimes 8th grade level task achievement style, and sometimes an outreach and organizer style. I can do it.
So here we go- I'm dumping the fright and jumping into the banal and will blog away and maybe no one will listen.
As much a do-er as I am I have also been floundering with a career choice. I feel I can achieve more; I would like a challenge of a different color and for a year now the elusive "perfect position" has been my topic. I will create my own path and invision what I choose and be content to know that when the stars do align I will end my long nursing career in a truly useful and purposeful manner.
Vein of My Existence
Sun shoots through stark naked branches.The criss-crossed shadows explode below like swollen and varicosed veins painting the road.The path ahead of me is bloodshot at best.
by Anne Cunnigham
by Anne Cunnigham
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