In yesterday’s journal, I left in a defiant mood. Phrases like ‘I want to’ and ‘I can’ and ‘I will’ is the last things I wrote, the last things I felt. Today is no different. No wait, that’s not true. Today is different. It is different because I received some positive reinforcement. I had a conversation with two people at church, both who asked me about my writing. We had a wonderful chat about technique, creativeness and making it all work. And much to my delight, I was not laughed at. Some people think that wanting to write a book is a lofty goal, but those people are thinking of the New York Times bestseller list. But that is not a goal of mine. Even getting published is not a goal. It is a dream, no doubt. But a goal? No. I write for my enjoyment. And so, tonight I feel positive. I don’t feel like writing, but I do feel good. And who knows…as I’m lying in bed in a few short minutes, I may just pull out the iPad and start plunking some words into a document. And from that exercise may just come something that makes sense. Or at least may just look like a bunch of words.