Spring is in The Air
This isn't a poem, but poetic, at points. But it's personal. Powerful. And poignant :) OK, folks, I know it's ONLY March, but as we all know that tempus fugit AND that H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks is paved with good intentions, etc. etc.... I've noticed myself slip-sliding away from my goal of really getting "ME" together. (Now, when I say "ME," I really refer to improving my health, my writing, and finding a focus and strategy that work for me, that I'll ACTUALLY DO n stuff to get writing more, to get published, and to create my very own professional freedom). Well, UGH on that. Phooey!! TPTHHH!! Dislike!! Seriously.... I've had quite a bit of time to think, as I took a break from work to help care for my dad in his new cancer diagnosis and treatment. SO frustrated with my professional life, I feel like I'm not truly doing what I'm supposed to do-- what I'm MADE to do. You know? That my jo...