I have lost the zeal for writing.  I used to enjoy it. Today I talked with a former NFL player who loved playing football until he got to the pros.  I think the same happened to me with my love of writing down every absurd thought I have. Every crazy story I care to tell and all the things I have say. Once journalism became work it became unfun. And it didn’t become work like that one can tolerate for 30 years and do it repeatedly. It became like forced chore.

That’s probably why when I was told my writing was weak that’s because I hated what I was doing. That’s why I ended up working as a maid and now a Dr.’s office front desk.

The other day at work, I ran into a lady who works for a local paper that I once applied to work at. She knew me from the time I spent briefly working in the “field.” She asked me if I miss it. I do. But decided recently that I got tired of telling the world of things in my life. I think I just felt people stopped caring about my thoughts so I choose to cease.

I have had a few book ideas but none seemed grand enough to follow through on.  Perhaps I’ll get back to documenting my life as I had been doing to put my fear of Alzhimer’s disease to end. You see, one of my fears in life is that I’ll get the unfortunate condition that slowly leads to a loss of memory and brain function.

How will I beable to gloat and enjoy the glory that is ME if I can’t remember it! HOW!?

THIS SILENCE HAS GOT TO GO!