Some people prefer lives of peace and solitude, and I am content to be counted as one of those. I am, for lack of a better word, a home-body. I like my peace and quiet (treasure it!!!!), and I don't get out and socialize with brand-spanking-new people that often, due to personal preference and some legit nerves.
**The question of what I DO always seems to make me feel antsy for some reason. . . I'm a mom, and a wife. I'm a cat-herder, and a homework-helper, and even, (on rare occasions) a gym-person. I take care of kids, and the house, and I think I do it fairly well. . . . I'm not going to win any "Cleanest and/or Most Presentable" awards for either one. . . but I think I might just almost be okay with that. =)
After that. . . what DO I do??
I paint. . . and I bake. . . and sometimes I write. And nobody is currently paying me to do any of these things, which has, unfortunately, made it veeeeery easy for me to question the validity of the things I do.
WHY do I do it?!?
*And I have compiled a brief list, as follows:
WHY PEOPLE WRITE
I'm going to die one day.
But I'm in a mood where I refuse to second-guess myself. ONWARD AND UPWARD!!
*I* think it's noble, and I'm sticking with that.
Deal. With. It.
You know. As in, "for FUTURE PEOPLES!!!"
Besides, I feel that these examples adequately illustrate my point, so I'm just going to move on now.)
#4: To inspire. To lift up.
#5: For shits and giggles. (aka: Humor)
I think a lot about humor.
This is the only life I've got.
So I write.
. . . So that's it.