It's been a while.. 

I am on a journey, where I am free to be me, where I am free to make mistakes, to screw up royally, to be really good something, to be told I am good and believe it, where I am free to say things, to be really bad at something, to rant and rave, and sing and dance, to stop and start over, and start over and stop, to laugh and love and kiss and hug. It is not and easy journey, I am going to get hurt and do the hurting, but I am going to love, to love like I have never loved in all of my time on this planet, and I am going to be loved, I am going to forgive and ask for forgiveness, and I am going to grow... because I am on a journey... on a journey in a beautiful world, waiting for me to discover me..

Outside the Window: What's the weather? Right now? If that's not inspiring, what's the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?

Why do we write about the weather? Why is the weather the go to topic of conversation when we find ourselves in an awkward situation? Is it because the weather is always changing, so it  gives us something new and real and interchangeable?
Let's give this a shot. What is the weather? The weather is the outside atmosphere to ____ *&^%! Why is this so hard to focus on? Why is writing hard? I want to write.  I want to get the crazy clever thoughts that are stuck inside my head out and onto paper. Out in the world of cyberworlds and interwebs for all the peeps to see and feel and hate and love. I can't focus, its like a gajillion thoughts are fighting to come out of my fingertips all at the same time, so I give up, I am good at giving up, its on my list of top ten greatest things I am good at. Getting distracted, that's there too, right along with walking while chewing gum and oh never-mind, there I go again.

Weather: Is there a deeper more spiritual side to the weather.. or is it just something to distract us and give us something to complain about? We live in a world of whiners and complainers.. You know what I mean, you know you do.. Are you one of them? I have been told there was a time in my life where all I did was the three C's, cook, clean and complain.. Ick, to have to be stuck in that place ever again. Are any of us ever happy? We desire it, crave it even, but do we ever do anything to make it better or just complain in hopes that someone will get sick of our bitching and do it for us? Seems that way. Can we change? Do people ever really change? Like weather, hey, weather, that is what I am suppose to be talking about right? 

Do you love the random thoughts that pop into your head? I love them, I love where they lead me, onto this trail of thoughts that connect one after another after another, until I am back at the beginning spinning, wondering how that got started. Ever done it while you are driving? Crazy right? Miles go by before you notice that you went on this tiny little mind vacation and wonder how you are not in a head on with a telephone pole or worse, a cow.

I want to spend my time doing the things I love. Wild thought, what do I love? I don't know, but I am excited to find out... I am ready to bust out of this box and run, to be free and see where life takes me. Maybe tomorrow I will actually talk about the weather.