The only way to find your voice is to write and see what comes out. Something I’ve used in the past is a site called OneWord. It’s still around, I just checked. I’ll do that tomorrow, but tonight I’m signing off to say that it was a good day. I went to Costco with my sister, always fun! Always expensive.

I bought a new printer for my post-retirement life and I went for the laser printer this time. No colour, and more affordable consumables. I now have three printers. Two that have run out of steam and one in a box.

I declared I was going to write a novel, and that’s why I needed auto duplex. I might, you know. Could happen, we’ll see. Maybe a novella. Let’s start with a short story. How about a poem. This is all you get tonight. A short little blurb.

I will leave you with this though: if there is a time in your life where you felt unheard or unseen or disrespected, know that those feelings are little frig nasties that stick to you and creep into your awareness to hold you back, usually at the most inopportune time. But here’s the good news. They are just feelings and feelings can pass. Take a deep belly breath, feel your heals on the floor. Every moment brings a new opportunity to be who you are meant to be. Repeat as needed.