The Evening Shift - Reminiscing After the Longest 4 Hour Shift in the World
I like to write. I envision myself as an extremely talented and highly skilled observer of the world. Each day I am like a ripe fruit of some type, just bursting full of practical genius that I fervently feel needs to be shared with the masses. For example, right now (picture me tapping my index finger emphatically on an oversize antique desk as you read that). It's only lately that I am questioning the profoundess (is that a word? I ask because Spellcheck does not seem to agree) of my written words. I'm questioning not only my smarts (take that Grammarly ) and also the desire of people that are not my spouse or children to read the life-changing writing that I produce without restraint each day. But, fortunately, sometimes I read my written gems of the past (blog or on paper) and I cannot help but think, I am one deep mother trucker, and also question, does the world does need to be repeatedly graced with the dazzling magic that is my life musings (and perhaps sometimes in t