It’s a random day, you get the mail and as you begin to sort through the endless junk mail…there it is…Jury Summons. The heart feels like it’s dropped to your gut and you quickly open to figure out which week has to be dipped in chaos. Lots of words run through your mind. The first thought, how can I get out of it?

There have been moments in my life that have occurred when I questioned everything, when a different choice would have changed my future and existence. Is it fate, coincidence, or luck? You tell me.

I used to think of failure as a negative thing. Now it’s a part of my growth. I try and learn from it. Previously, I would go dark, critical, and become that OVER analyzing everything I did — person. I still become my own private drill sergeant and critic, but I try not to be too hard. It’s not easy and negative Nellie and I could go rounds.

I’ve received a ticket for a car I no longer own. The DMV in California says it’s mine. Is the car still mine? How far down this rabbit hole do I want to travel?

I was once a night owl. Sleep was the thing that happened in short spurts. Naps happened only on weekends and lunch breaks. Cozy naps on a cold and rainy day, snuggled under a warm and inviting blanket is the SHIT! It became an addiction. I looked forward to a nap.

There is a deep sadness when you lose a parent. It hits you at times when you least expect it. Sounds, smells and a flashback of something you remembered that makes you smile. It’s an ache that you feel in your heart, a weight that you now carry.