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Unused tools rust and become dull

When I was in my teens and early 20’s I wrote all of the time. Short stories, prose, even some poetry. Words seemed to flow easily; at times it was almost as if my mind was on fire.
So long ago, in another lifetime…
Before a career. Before stress on top of stress. Before I lost my way somewhere.
At some point I stopped writing, didn’t make the time, couldn’t find the words. I retreated into my own mind, trapped my thoughts in an abandoned corner and let them gather dust.
Now I want to write again and my mind is dull, the words come slowly. I write them down, scratch them out and try again. Mostly though I I just stare at the wall and think.

Memorial Day

Memorial Day one of the many holidays in the USA where we celebrate by having heavily commercialized sales and events; and we don’t need to regulate business because they would never exploit the people. Maybe I am just cynical.
Today my family will be spending Memorial Day honoring my father who died this year of lung cancer from exposure to Agent Orange. We are going to spread his ashes around on the walking trail he made.
So no sales for us, today we honor James W England Feb 26, 1950 – Jan 25, 2014. Husband, father, teacher, soldier.

Where is my mind?

Time slips past me. I am trying each day, with little success to gain control of my life. I have managed in the last 3 weeks to start working out again. Just over two years ago I was making good progress, I had a good work out program and I was making progress until my father-in-law passed away. Now this year after my father passed away I am trying to get back into it and find outlets for dealing with my grief. One of the outlets I wanted to pursue was my writing, unfortunately I have found it very difficult to stay focused. I have not given up though and am slowly trying to plot a course to where I want to be in the future.

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