Recently, I had a read through of some of my old journals from when I was nineteen and I realised that I had treated them the way that a lot of my generation treat their Facebook accounts: I only wrote when I was really sad or when I had something to complain about. The picture I got of myself was of a sad, lonely, rather unfocussed young person who didn't spend enough time with friends who deserved her attention or working on her goals. I can see that I'm not that person, and I am really thankful for that. I'm also thankful for:
* good music
* my job
* my family and friends (old and new)
* books. All the books ever.
Buddy and I are still trying to make our way through the piles of books that I have impulse bought over the years and particularly over the last year when I started working in a book shop, but their growth appears to be exponential. One day, perhaps, the piles will collapse and trap us both.
While I'm not working on any major projects at the moment, I am writing. Well. Occasionally. I think I need to take some good advice and chain the muse to the desk.
And that's my ten cents worth.