Drops of Inspira

           I want to tell you something important. Life is hard and criticism is a dime-a-dozen. So why are you criticizing yourself and telling yourself you can’t do things?   Two months ago, I had a conversation with a friend. I talked with her about my writing. As we talked,   my fear surfaced, rearing its monstrous head. I told her I wasn’t sure what I was doing with my life. I feel like I’m interested in so many things. She told me, “You write, don’t you? Don’t waste your gift.”   So I want to challenge and encourage you: don’t waste your gift.   Some write, some paint, some take care of children, some work with computers, some garden. The list is miles long.    There are things you love to do. Those passions that make your heart sing and dance. Do them and don’t hold back.   Your gifts are blessings to this world. Put it this way: if Albert Einstein or Vincent van Gogh were to never have been born, the world would be a different place. They were once just ordinary peopl

Hello everyone!  I know it's been rather quiet on here of late, but I promise you, another post is on the way. I've been wrestling with words lately, (they're not behaving themselves), and so I'm almost done with the next post. In the meantime, it is:  With Summer on the wane and Autumn on the way,  things are changing. The leaves are changing, hopefully the weather is getting cooler (not hotter), and I get to change things from Summer decor to Fall decor. Which leads me into this month's theme:  You can use this as a poetry prompt, a journal prompt or a jumpstart to kick you out of Writer's Block.  If you post your result in the comment section, please be mindful that this is a PG environment. (Please, no language or sexual content.) Here's my result:               If you liked the poem or just want to say hi, please let me know in the comment section below. Happy writing!