Moving on with my day

Volume up. Louder. Crank it! There. Pounding drum, beating rhythm pulsing the noise out of my brain. I let the music numb my mind so that everything else goes away. Good, now let the music wash through me. Feel it in my heart, my pulse. Let go of the noises of life, children, men, work. I find myself dancing around the living room with tears rolling down my face. Am I laughing or crying? I don't seem to know, but it doesn't seem to matter. All the anger, sadness, tiredness & frustration seem to wash away with the tears. I feel free, fresh, light & new; cleansed like the streets after a spring rain. I turn down the music, and move on with my day.

a begining

I have no idea what I am doing here except that I love to write. I have been writing since I learned my alphabet. I entered essay contests & won in grade school, had a poem published in high school, and wrote letters (truthfully short books) to my family & friends as an adult. I have a book of stories begun, but never completed. I've spent the last 25 years working full time & raising 3 beautiful, intelligent and inspiring daughters. Now that they are grown and on their own I finally have a little free time to write for pleasure again. Let's see where this takes us...