My Passions

Sometimes you control your passions, sometimes they control you. The one thing I am most passionate about, not including people, is my writing. I write blogs, I write in my journal (which I have been doing for the better part of 26 years), I write notes and letters to people, and I have even started writing a book that is almost finished, and the notes and research for several other novels. Some things that you write the old fashioned way, on a regular sheet of college ruled paper with a pen, you can never erase and you can never take back. I meant every word of what I wrote but that doesn't mean I should have necessarily felt the incredible need to share. I thought about suggesting that this particular document be burned and the ashes buried in the back yard or scattered to the wind but it was too late for that. I am guessing I wasn't even out of the driveway before this letter was being read. The theory was proposed that I needed/wanted her to know. That theory sounds plausible enough. How she knew that I will never know. I am thinking women's intuition bordering on witchcraft but I am talking a very good witch. The theory was also proposed that I worry too much and that theory is right on the money.

"The time for reflection. You see what you have now and embrace what is in front of you." I spend way too much time looking in the rear view mirror. What's done is done, even as recently as yesterday. I apologized for what I wrote but I was told that I should not apologize for being honest. I wonder if I can apologize for bad timing?