I have been bad. My health is taking over my life and recently I have let it. I have fallen into the pain and depression and stopped fighting for me. The one way I often fought back was through words. Reading, writing… any way to escape or let the pain out. I am not big on New Year’s resolutions but this post I got in a Pinterest email shook me awake to what I have been doing wrong. I have ignored some of the best self medication I had. That is going to stop. I am going to pick up books. I even got one for inspiration at Christmas called Poem Crazy. It was one I had checked out from the library and found the link in nature and words very inviting. However the nature part is on hold with wind chills in the negative teens. BUT I can work on all that is listed here. I am not out to write a novel or manuscript. I am out to maybe connect with that one person who needs to know they are not alone. Or the one reader who needs a lift on a bad day. Someone who is always kept from nature who might need to recall the smell of fresh-cut grass tickling his nose. I want to get back to writing. I want to find my inner discipline again and practice a little peace of mind with words. Practice they say make perfect… I’d settle for better.