My Own Advice

This is an entry I should’ve made but never really got around to:

November 1st 2008


What some people would call paradise I call simply living. In truth most people would call it just that. I've found myself visiting the Lakefront. I sit here listening and smelling the salty water. It is quite calming. This is definitely something I can get use to. I wish though that when I returned home it was into my own home (or even an apartment if you prefer). I wish when I got there all of my dreams were real ... warmth, husband, child(ren) ... however that isn't what is written for me as of yet. I know God has a plan. Me being human, I get impatient. He being God - tells me to chill out, be still, I got you ...


I need to follow my own advice and pray when I get discouraged. It’s hard though. I pride myself in not caring about what people think - especially those that aren't a part of my immediate family. I can't seem to talk to anyone though. And honestly with all that is going on in the world, I can understand why they don't want to bother.


If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions? ***Scott Adams, US cartoonist (1957 - )***