Here I am with a wide open notebook....I can say anything I want to say. When I was a little kid, I always loved having a new notebook or just a clean sheet of paper in front of me. I am an artist, a poet, a writer, a dreamer... I've been that way all of my life. Only now, I find that there isn't time for me to sit, think, compose, dream, or even concentrate. I've got a toddler in the house.

But she's sleeping now, and I'm staying up late starting my own blog. It's something I've wanted to do for several years and just haven't gotten to it. Every day is filled to the fullest. I am supremely happy with life, and I keep busy enough at it that I don't notice some things that fall by the wayside. One of those fallen things is having a wide open space to think in, dream in, write in, and own. It's a little daisy petal I'm stooping to pick up today. My own blog...I like it.