Throwout Thursday
Well another week gone by. I finally sucked up my annoyance and plunged headfirst into my edits for muse. Which is both a relief and a burden. A burden, because, I have decided it is far too short, and needs a measurable amount of detail and content added. A relief, because I have finally resigned myself to the understanding that is is not going to be done anytime soon. I apologise for jumping the proverbial gun and releasing it so early, but if you actually bought it, i will make sure you get an updated version when I re-release.
I have decided that I need to be able to spend much more time on this than I actually have. My dream job would be a stay at home mom/writer like most of the people I constantly wait for on amazon. I swear one of my favorites kicks out two or three books a month...wow to have that much time to devote to this..I would be a happy girl.
This weeks throw out is a little different from most. I woke up last night around midnight, searching high and low for a piece of paper. (I was too sleepy to boot up the old laptop, which in hindsight would have been easier, but there is something to be said about old school) When I attained my goal, I sat and scribbled this on paper. So as of now I have no name, no path, nor do i have any clue where this came form. All I remember is finding the paper and writing, and this is what I found when I woke up this morning....Gotta love lack of sleep...enjoy!!!
Surprisingly enough, the decision to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love, isn't a decision that you think through. Its made of impulse, and conceived of pure bravery. At least, this is how it feels to the person who takes that leap...At least, that is what I thought.
In hindsight I could have taken a second to weigh my options. However, knowing my nature, I can't imagine things turning out any differently. One thing is for certain, I have spent my life making reckless, impulsive, sometimes stupid decisions.
Death is more of a beginning than an end. The living hover and grieve for the passing of their beloved. While, the dead try to give their loved ones comfort until they pass to the other side.
I have yet to meet an unhappy spirit. i see my fellow deceased every were. They follow their loved ones, play with their grandchildren, or do the things they love one last time. They simply await that first shovelful of dirt to hit their casket, then they walk into the light just like in the movies.
Yea, I would have to say that most of the dead are just biding their time. They enjoy their last days on earth, awaiting their trip to the higher plane. Most, that is, except for me.
Well thats it! I hope my nocturnal musings are entertaining. Please like and share on facebook!
I have decided that I need to be able to spend much more time on this than I actually have. My dream job would be a stay at home mom/writer like most of the people I constantly wait for on amazon. I swear one of my favorites kicks out two or three books a month...wow to have that much time to devote to this..I would be a happy girl.
This weeks throw out is a little different from most. I woke up last night around midnight, searching high and low for a piece of paper. (I was too sleepy to boot up the old laptop, which in hindsight would have been easier, but there is something to be said about old school) When I attained my goal, I sat and scribbled this on paper. So as of now I have no name, no path, nor do i have any clue where this came form. All I remember is finding the paper and writing, and this is what I found when I woke up this morning....Gotta love lack of sleep...enjoy!!!
Surprisingly enough, the decision to sacrifice yourself for the ones you love, isn't a decision that you think through. Its made of impulse, and conceived of pure bravery. At least, this is how it feels to the person who takes that leap...At least, that is what I thought.
In hindsight I could have taken a second to weigh my options. However, knowing my nature, I can't imagine things turning out any differently. One thing is for certain, I have spent my life making reckless, impulsive, sometimes stupid decisions.
Death is more of a beginning than an end. The living hover and grieve for the passing of their beloved. While, the dead try to give their loved ones comfort until they pass to the other side.
I have yet to meet an unhappy spirit. i see my fellow deceased every were. They follow their loved ones, play with their grandchildren, or do the things they love one last time. They simply await that first shovelful of dirt to hit their casket, then they walk into the light just like in the movies.
Yea, I would have to say that most of the dead are just biding their time. They enjoy their last days on earth, awaiting their trip to the higher plane. Most, that is, except for me.
Well thats it! I hope my nocturnal musings are entertaining. Please like and share on facebook!
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