Last night when I did "An Exercise In Writing", I felt that I kind of left you hanging. Had just finished a twelve hour nursing shift and was tired, but wanted to write something before going to bed.

A while back Bev said that she wants to write about living a short time in the best place she remembers being while she was a little girl.

Right now her life is on so overload. It has been, for months. Before this next day ends, her next grandson should arrive. But the question remains, if not now, when!

So I've made a new intention. Every night, whether I've worked or not, no matter how tired or wrung out I feel, I will write something.

But I wonder, when or where did that notion come fron? Did it begin while I peered through store windows at fresh new school supplies, Was I at all influenced by social standards of that time. I think we always are influenced by what's around us. but we don't have to limit ourselves to others' opinions.

I can decide if music is music. I can believe if love is love, and even if it's painful, I can embrace my past so I can hope to touch tomorrow.