I have been reflecting on my life. As I have always done~too much, according to some. But who are they anyway.

In the earlier years of my life I would try to go to work. But I always hated it. Jobs were always boring, grueling, and inconvenient.

Things might have been different if I had been able to get a higher education, but I had a problem completing the lower education.

As it turns out, I have been able to achieve success. Success in my eyes. When I gave up any thought of being competitive, or doing what people expected of me and started doing what was in my heart, and BELIEVING that I could do these things, my life took off.

When I was thirty people began to call me a late bloomer. But they still thought I should get a REAL job.

When people ask me the inevitable question, “What do you do?” My thoughts go flat, like east coast waves in June. It’s just too hard to explain. But I must be good at it, because I make it look easy; this thing that I do.

All things are possible~just do it~