There must be a reason.

I read and I drink.  I do a lot of both.  And I write.  I do less of this.  But here you are.  I have a mild addiction to sharpies and post-its.  My world is color coated.

I am practically a walking dictionary but a horrible speller.  I tend to manifest things in my life, but never know I’m doing it.  I know that everything that has ever happened was inevitable. 

Life will never deal you a hand you can’t endure.  It wouldn’t be natural.  I deeply feel that the word ‘endure’ holds the meaning to life.  The past is my future, which is good since I can’t let it go.  Nostalgia is a favorite of mine.