When ever it is hard to write

Sometimes I have difficulty writing.  Maybe it is because my brain is elsewhere... or I'm too busy to slow down and think about just one thing.  Today is one of those days.

Do you ever get the feeling that God is trying to tell you something... but you're too afraid to actually admit it?  Maybe you think you are not good enough for it?  Or maybe you're afraid that you are wrong about the whole thing and it is all in your head?  You are afraid of what may happen if you take action but just as scared to live with what could happen if you do nothing?  Is regret worse to live with?  Is it safer to live with uncertainty?  

Today is the day that I finally have gumption.  Stay tuned.

The car light

Last week my brake light went out.  It happens about once a year (alternating lights) and I've gotten rather good about changing them out myself... if it wasn't so hard to use the screw driver.  The hardest part though, is walking into the auto store and explaining that I want a new light bulb.

"Are you sure you need a new light?"

"Yes."

"What is the make and model?"

"Chrysler PT Cruiser."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You should try this new product.  We highly recommend it to extend the life of brake lights."

"Oil?"

"Sure... and while we're at it we should add a few other products."

"Not today."

"Which light is it?"

"Lower rear brake light."

"Are you sure? We can check."

"I'm sure. I usually change it myself."

"Really?"

"I have a lot of brothers."

"OH!" 

Usually after that they leave me alone and stop trying to sell me things I don't want and second guessing me.  The really sad part is that I figured out most of what I know about cars after I moved to Texas... but I don't need to tell them that.  Ladies, do any of you have trouble going shopping at Auto shops?

Once upon a Nightmare

I had a dream last night.  I frequently have dreams and I frequently recall them.  They are rarely boring and usually frighteningly realistic, albeit rarely prophetic.  More than one dream of mine has turned into a storyline or has become part of a story arch.  None of them have been boring.  A few weeks ago I had a dream that inspired the following poem.   

Some girls dream of enchanted kingdoms

Some girls dream of strangers, handsome and tall

Some girls dream of magical adventures

Me, I dream of meeting Darth Maul

And that about sums up my life and why people think that I am weird.