OK...so I've been saying for over a year ...to myself...that I was going to start putting my thoughts down in some sort of organized, relevant medium. Well...here goes...
So today will mark what I hope will be the beginning of something very healing, cathartic and enjoyable. In addition...the hope would also be that for anyone bored enough to read this stuff...perhaps a laugh or two can be found. I can't promise that these posts will always be funny...there is a side to me that can be remarkably morose and dark. That being said...I have decided to open the door into a world of hopes, dreams, fears, thrills and overall confusion that has both amused and crippled me for 32 years. So without further ado. I welcome each and everyone of you to what can only be called "A Burdened Mind."
Please feel free to post criticism...constructive and otherwise. I personally believe that it is the opinions of others that fuel our inner fires everyday. We can all stand on some sort of pedastal and regurgitate what we have been taught our whole lives..."what others think doesn't matter"...well guess what....that is total BS!! You show me a person who doesn't care what people think and I will show you a liar!! We don't care what SOME people think...but we all have someone or something who's mere affirmation can change the scope of a day in the blink of an eye. This blog will be about total honesty...unabashed, raw and at times...painful to deal with. Also...honesty can be hysterical..so feel free to laugh out loud!!
Another truth in life...pain is funny!!If it wasn't...Chris Farley, John Belushi and Richard Pryor would be alive and average...instead of dead and brilliant!!
I have a lot of stories to tell and each moment of each day reminds me of at least one of them. Not more than 5 minutes ago...I glanced to the right of my computer screen and saw the picture of me and my mother...the day that I graduated from Auburn University...that was August 2005. I remember how proud she was that day...now almost 6 years later...all that I have are those memories and a 5" x 7".
As I sat here...with a tear slowly sliding down my cheek...I knew that it was time for me to make my move. It is so easy to talk..and so hard to do. So...this was my baby step towards doing.
I will bid you goodbye for now...hopefully tomorrow...I will have more defined subject matter rather than convoluted, stream of consciousness. But I make no promises....this blog isn't about order...I have too much of that as I am already OCD. This blog is the literary version of "Doctors without Borders"...it's "Expression without Borders"...until next time....
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