Ah yes

As I walk outside to hang sheets in the line, my nostrils are filled with the smell of burning branches. Sounds of chainsaws and chippers assault my ears. The cleanup from Tuesday's storm continues. I went to my grandsons ballgame last night and drove past the park I played in as a kid. Spent many happy days and had many happy moments hanging out there. But as my eyes gazed upon the site of so many trees toppled, uprooted or splintered, I'm filled with a sense of sadness. Many of those trees I had climbed in my youth.  But through the chaos of change, growth is attained. Take this entry for example. A few years ago I would have been sitting qt the computer typing this out. Today I've started writing this on the iPhone.  I take the opportunity to multi-task. I'm writing this as I think of things, while also doing laundry and dishes while planning the strategy of my day. 

So many thoughts are going through my head. So much I want to talk about but don't for fear of retaliation, hurtful feelings, and misconstrued statements. Somethings I have written, by my hand, has constitute great reprisals  when read in a later light. This taints me to no end. And then I ask myself why??  Why do I suddenly care what you or anyone thinks about me?  Why is it that I get this great feeling of doubt coming from certain people when I do talk about stuff. Take the recent storms and the trees that toppled. I have felt that some think I'm exaggerating about it. I don't know but maybe I just need to stop sharing things with certain people.