Whiskey and Writing

Today is supposed to be a joy, gratitude, blessings, and family. Instead I’ve been involved three arguments, overheard a snide remark about our new house, and endless stupidity. We’ve been through a lot this year, if nothing else, I’m grateful for the experiences, failures, and small successes that’ve come this year. I’ve learned more about myself this year than any other, and I’ve learned more about people, and have tried to do more to be successful in this life, than I have before. So with that, I leave you this message. Nobody’s perfect. There’s room for forgiveness in all things, but don’t let people treat you like doormat. It’s ok to stand up for yourself, even if its the first time you’re doing it. There’s nothing wrong with voicing your opinion, even if it’s for the first time. It’s ok to stand up.

I’ve been thinking I seem to come up with halfway decent ideas when I sort of think of them in the moment, though sometimes it’s good to reflect on things too. I like to think I have good ideas, or have something to offer that somebody might interested in knowing, but it’s usually the case I get sidetracked, distracted, lose interest, or lose confidence in my own ability. It’s tough if you’re trying to write because you often doubt yourself, and it sometimes sounds like a cliche kind of job. I spend most of my time playing games on my phone, or researching, instead of actually getting anything done. I did manage to finish one short novel, but I’m not horrible confident about it, I just try to chug along and see if I can find one project that will stand out, or make me feel confident enough to keep going. It’s pointless to say you’re a writer, if you never write anything. Anyway that’s how it is for me, not sure if that’s being too honest, but who knows? I’m creeping up on 40, and I’m

I’ve been thinking in the last five minutes that my dogs just want to hang out. I typically sit in the office, or at the bar here at home, and work alone. And then they come in and paw at you till you pick them, or figure you’re not going to pick them up or sit with them.  So I ended up coming over to the couch, and one of them just plopped herself down. She just wants to hang out. She looks like a furry little beached whale just spread out everywhere. I’ve had animals my entire life, and I keep forgetting these little moments don’t last forever. Hang out with your furry pals.