I wasn't gonna write anything today, but here I am. I had lost my muse and I wanted to pout.. Wasn't sure when my muse would come back. I'm glad it did. Journaling is therapy for me. I write things, so I can see my thoughts. Last week during my stay at the Hotel California it was bleak. They have groups pretty much all day. Instead of me sleeping or doing nothing at all, I went to all the groups. The stay was just what was needed.
I sat here for the last 4 days listening to my inner voice instead of the other voices. My inner voice kept telling me that I can handle this. I am and I will.
I'm compelled to move forward.
Martina Navratilova
Just go out there and do what you've got to do.
Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,
Dave





















