I had so many ideas on what I wanted to write, but between my tummy and the thought of crocheting while it’s still light outside. I realized I donât have the energy to write out my thoughts.
I am still going over the answers I had about a virtual mailbox. I checked a few on BBB.org and didnât get enough answers to get close to ending my curiosity.
I believe I am going to stop here, because I have no idea how I got five different pictures across my screen. I am just grateful they went away so I can come to an end to this unusual short post.
Then again, I believe I better get something to eat, because one cannot do anything if one’s tummy is yelling.
One cannot but smile when you realize you are still getting closer and closer to setting your dreams free. You are trying not to laugh out loud and scream, âI told you soâ. I wouldnât do that, and I am thinking about keeping my success a secretâŚâŚ.
I started writing short notes while I was at work. I have always thought words have a way of changing how I feel. My favorite line is, âwrite down how you are feeling, the good, and bad things.â It could help clear your mind.
Once you can see all sides in black and white, it will help you make a better decision. Then again notes can be a reminder of positive thoughts or a quick laughâŚ
I am surprised I let that door open and my guard down. I have been so careful, not getting too close to anyone, nor letting anyone getting close to me.
I am not going to lie, that my feelings were hurt when someone I called my friend has turned that friendship to their own gain. I guess I am going to have to start building that wall again, a little stronger, and will take longer to let the next person get closer to me.
The old me would have closed everyone out and stayed hidden away, but the new me says thatâs not who I am. I will not run nor will I keep to myself. I cannot and will not be afraid to trust someone who may or may not be my friend.
I may help when there is a need, because that is what friends do. Then again if that same request is repeated over and over to a point where I am your answer to your request. I am NO LONGER A FRIEND.
It’s cool, because I am cutting myself off. Just like that Kenny Rogers song https://youtu.be/7hx4gdlfamo from the movie âThe Gamblerâ – âyou have to know when to hold them, know when to fold them, and know when to walk away.â (I really should watch the video to get the words correctly and not just go by from what I remember)
It is sad that you are now a passing friend, but all in all it’s a good thing. I am not turning against you all together and one day we may talk this out and try to start over, but it all depends on you. You may not have seen your mistake or thought nothing of it.
I will wait and answer your next call and see what the outcome will be? Will we start or will we be passing friends. Passing friends are just people who exchange small talk if seen out and about and keep it moving. I cannot wait to see who you are or who you will be?
Ever start doing something and you know you are in the right and you keep things moving, because âI am right.â Then you start to slow down and look at what you are doing?
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
Do I need to do this?
These three questions got me to stop trying to redo my past work. I wanted to put everything that said, âOnline Travelingâ under the menu, but since I didnât know how to do that at the start of this blog and there wasnât anyone who could help (for free) to set up my page correctly.
It doesnât matter or does it? I am thinking about adding the rest? YES or NO? I am going to think about this one..
3am Thunder of Words 
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