...such is life.

You might know that feeling...in the mood to write and not much comes to mind...such is life.

You know that phrase, were there’s a will there’s a way?  It’s true when the skies are a deep magenta, and honey flavored dew drops are sparkling on all the fields of newly sprouted lemon chiffon lollipops.  My mind’s creating a profusion of impassivity.  I try not to have pseudo-agendas and illogical aspirations, but I do find myself procrastinating heaps and oodles lately.

I’m a busy little whatnot on a mission to find more storage in an environment that won’t cough up even an inch of extra floor space.  I’ve become somewhat of an Etsyholic this past month, searching tabletop, desktop, dresser top, any top,  I’m cluttered with significant trivia and the multiplicity of a jillion and one adventures are plugging up my noggin…

What

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of

   melodrama! 

Searching through my ton of Word documents starting today, and booting some of the little buggers to the far side of the moon...this will be one of them.  Apparently I never delete anything of significance or insignificance when it comes to incompleteness.

A rather large collection of unfinished dabbling from my heyday of posting, or so I thought was my zenith of perfection, are littered among the survivors that were completed.  Apparently my computer escaped my obsession to declutter the clutter that cluttered and still clutters my aging life.

Last year my blog was decluttered of all past experiences that were of down points in my life.  The best I took away from counseling was to live in the now; the past is unchangeable and a crystal ball that actually works hasn't materialized.

If you're looking for a more complete tale of my life, it no longer exists in these writings :)  Of course, in my Word documents they probably all still exist :'(