My Life Is Not My Own
This is something I have been meaning to do for a long time – too long actually. As soon as I am finished and click “Publish” a small monkey will jump off of my back. It will not be missed. It’s funny, really, that it has taken me so long to actually write a post. It’s not as if there is little to write about. The world around me gives me plenty, but this is the FIRST post. The hardest. How do I start? What do I say?
“My life is not my own.” I think I will start there.