I never thought of myself as a pack-rat. I despise clutter and like cozy but spacious living areas. How about you?
This time of year has gotten me thinking about the ‘what if’s.’ You know … what if I had made different decisions … or nature made a different decision for me? What alternate path would my life have taken, and how would I have handled it?
I wish this was going to be one of my quippy posts, but no. I have a serious, personal confession to make, and I’m a bit embarrassed by it. I thought I’d throw it out there. Maybe it’ll help someone else suffering from the same thing to not feel so alone.
Caveat: This was drafted on Friday the 13th, and is being posted today.
Okay, I’m writing on the fly right after a very frustrating event, so let’s see how this plays out with me just writing from emotion. I’m not calmed down yet, so here goes …