14

If hugs are happiness. I start and end my days in pure joy as I hug the ones I love.

13

To women in their 60's, heavily coated with make up, wigs and plastic: Let it go. Wrinkles are beautiful too.

12

Seems like things are moving, not just inside me... but at work too. Strangely enough, am not afraid or worried.

11

A part of me died. A part of me changed. I wonder if dying and changing are synonymous... to Life.

10

An incredulous voice pierced through my Mind: You can't say "You can't Create"... You OWN your Dreams!

And the words came...

9

I wonder what other parts of me have shriveled and fallen off due to neglect and forgetfulness... I'm horrified. Sad.

8

Have I neglected myself too much, too long that I am no longer who I believed myself to be?

7

On to my second day. I still can't draw. Well, I can...but nothing comes to mind. Nothing!

6

I'm an artist. I held a pen over a blank sheet of paper. For the first time, no images came.

5

"Here's a pen. It's a vintage 1950's pen. Keep it."

"What do I do with it?"

"Draw! Please draw again."

4

There are days when I wish I'd be somebody else. The person that stayed single, unattached, free to follow dreams.

3

How do you make someone happy? Start with a good conversation, a good walk, a good hug, a good smile...

2

My friends are my family. They've helped me more than those connected by blood, yet blood's still thicker than water...

1

If I keep writing about myself, will it bore the world out of people? I guess we attract common minds.