. . " Just do what must be done. This may not be happiness, but it is greatness. " George Bernard Shaw It has been 3 years already, and I have left my writing. Where was I? What wonderful and exciting thing did I do? What happened? Going on life like millions of others, I want to make a living, raise my children, help my husband, and pay my bills. I look back, and all I see is nothing? Running after the rabbit. Then I look up, and 3 years have gone by... I would love to say that I have been involved with some great causes, wrote my biography, took on ceramic, and am having my own shows... but no... nothing that grand. I have been helping my daughter, who suffers from severe anxiety and compulsive disorder. Working 12 to 15 hours a day trying to compensate for the income my husband lost, like many others. Caring for my mother-in-law, who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. So no, I did not create anything, write the next great novel or win
"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." Martin Luther King Jr.