This morning I’ve just completed the first draft of the book – actually it’s more of a short story but it is what I had in mind. It was more of a be open and accept that I’m supposed to write this because it’s something that is inside of me. NOT something that I feel comfortable with or even believed that I could ever do. I don’t have delusions of grandeur about it being revolutionary or anything incredibly profound – my goal is that it will be quick, simple reading that illustrates the value of "hope".

I’m sending it off to my daughter who is working with me to help me with the literary eloquence and to see the bigger picture – then we’ll look at doing the next one

This afternoon I’m putting the plan on paper so that I can get it to Adam and get his feedback.

A thought to share with you – one of the most common definitions of the word FEAR is that it’s an acronym for False Evidence Appearing Real. Consider this – if you "feel" your fear and it’s YOURS what does it feel like to invalidate it by having someone tell you it’s false? If I’m afraid – it’s very real. If illness is brought on by fear – the illness is very real and it can be life threatening. While it’s not a term that I would use in normal conversation I prefer to say that FEAR is a state when you want to F*** Everything And Run. The "run" manifests itself and panic attacks, depression, "excessive" sleep (only you know if it’s more than your physical body needs), lack in life and the list goes on. As I said – it’s food for thought. I personally choose to acknowledge and teach that the fear is very real to the person feeling it – the better choice might be to stick around and see what I can learn. (No I am NOT talking about hangout in a burning building just to see where the fear is coming from … but that is another story)