Gum

Do you ever feel like your a piece of gum? You are the gum that someone chews for awhile, spits out, and saves to be used in between meals. Then, they stick you back in for awhile until it is time for another meal and you are either saved for later or disposed of. One way or another, you will be disposed of at some point, so you just have to get used to the idea of being chewed up until every last bit of flavor and elasticity has been extracted out of you and you will be disposed of and then probably stepped on by someone else who really doesn't want me stuck to their shoe. Yes, that's the way I feel today. That is a little depressing, nevertheless, the way I feel and I needed to write it down somewhere.
My next post won't be so depressing; I promise. I'm in the writing mood these days, so I have a feeling I'm actually going to jump back on here and start writing about my life that really isn't so depressing, but rather, it is quite wonderful. I'm in the place where I need to be and where I've been prepared to be for a really long time. So stay tuned if you are actually paying attention to the fact that I'm writing something again after a year-and-a-half.