I am always saying I would love to write but putting other things ahead of my writing is simply par for the course in my life. I don't know why. It's just not something I'm yet making time for in my life. I know it's what I want to do and what I am meant to do (along with helping people, making a difference) and sometimes I feel like such a fool for not doing it! It's like "hey, time's a-wasting, honey!," ESPECIALLY at 35. It seems like something else is always needing to get handled first though and, in a way, I also really feel in my heart that it's just not the time right now. But maybe it is because what other time is there other than now in the grand scheme of things? Hmm. Food for thought. We shall see how much I really want to do it by how often I actually do do it. This could be a new beginning or it could just be another false start. Whichever it is, I worry not though because one thing I do know is that whatever the case, it is exactly as it should be. So on we go.