I live in a little yellow house. I like it sometimes. Its small and there’s five people and one canine here. A big Great Dane named Madeline. It’s in constant need of repair and improving as I am never satisfied with the way it looks feels and smells. It's old and mostly I enter a daily battle with acceptance over the kitchen floor that needs to be replaced. I am already wondering whether my blog could earn a book deal someday. My wheels never stop turning. I haven’t even finished the first entry but with most things in my life if the fantasized book deal does not come through in a week, then I am left discouraged and hopeless. My husband has suggested I write, so maybe that will be enough to keep me going after the motivation falls through. I really do love that man.
Maybe I’ll keep going anyway.