So, I have claimed that I was intended to write everyday, as you can see by the tattle-tale calendar, it hasn’t been so. I find that the best times (times that I make available for writing) is at work. I have time each morning sometime between 6:30 and 8:15 each morning. I am proud to say that I will be done with school soon and then all my off days I will not feel so pressed for time and thus make sure I do write each day.

The early morning sky still dark enough to hide the fine detail, yet light enough to prevent you from cracking your shin on the coffee table. The constant race against time and other drivers, even though you are never late. The inconsiderate people drinking their cup of joe, super latte espresso mix to wire them for the day, even though they understand once they get to work, the rush ends and they fight to keep their bloodshot eyes from closing.

Something I see everyday. People have become so cold, always thinking about themselves and not necessarily about their safety. Cutting corners, using the least amount of time and effort to get the job done. “It will do for now.” never gets the red flag anymore. Satisfied with mediocrity. The only one making the effort to do a good job is always overlooked and often ridiculed for being the bosses work dog. Negatives.

But after all the turmoil, after the mad rush of anger, frustration and hate, I return home, where a loving wife and two adorable children make it all worth it. With smiles that could melt through an iceberg, arms that hug tighter than the strongest vice, and words that erase the burdens of the day.

This is what I see everyday.

Her legs were crossed at the ankles. Laying on her stomach, propped up on her arms, she held a large book. Jamie, her mother, stepped closer to the door and peered through the inch gap between the door and the frame. She was singing a tune, many of the words were not fully enunciated which brought a smile to Jamie’s face. It was a song she had not fully learned yet. The floor creaked under her weight making Sariah turn to face the door.

She grinned widely. “Hi mommy,” she beamed.

Jamie pushed the door open and crossed to sit beside her daughter. “Hi baby,” she said as she pulled Sariah’s brown hair out of her eyes. “What are you looking at?” she asked Sariah closed the book and allowed her mother to read. “Maps?” she nodded.

Sariah opened the book again and began to trace the dotted lines “I like to follow them and pretend they make patterns,” she said.

Jamie laughed. “I think they do sometimes,” she reached over and traced one of the rivers until it met Sariah’s hand. They laughed together.

Today I wont be at my computer, but at Danny and Michelle’s wedding.

Congrats to the newly weds who will be joined at 2:00pm.

The room had a warm feel to it. The light cream colored curtains blocked the direct sunlight, yet allowed the light to fill the room. The carpet, also a lighter neutral color, was soft and felt new. Not that it was a big room, but the furniture that was present did not subtract from the available space for an eight year old to play in. He sat with his toy firetruck set and imagined he was amid the turmoil and the heroes saving the innocent people within the burning houses. Even though this event happened many many years ago, and the room’s detail had faded from memory, he never forgot the feeling.

I have been extremely busy, and quite lazy too. It seems that I have looked for entertainment before coming here to express my thoughts and writing frenzies. I have had quite the block and that’s never a good thing. So, in order to cure myself of my temporary jam, I’ve decided to write again. I see the time passing by and I realize that if I am going to live my life the way I want to, I need to get things into motion. The book has been written, it’s the editing that is thwarting my progress.

With that being said, I am turning over a leaf and I am going to write each and every day. If I get a line, it had better be a good one, but something will be written. I am going to refer back to the Daily Journal Entries, to get my mind geared again. I am going to play the mood setting music that always helps me. I am going to practice describing my thoughts, sights, sounds, and feelings. I feel confident that I will achieve the dreams I have.