What the hell am I thinkin'?

I haven't put any of my musings in print for ages. This could get scary. Forgive me for being scattered and out of practice. To think, I used to write all the time...It was a way to pass time for a confused, nerdy and unusual teenager then. There wasn't much else to do back then in that three stop light town. So I got pretty good at it, fancied myself becoming a writer who actually got paid, even went to college with that intention. I lost my motivation, and soon after the money...and 20 or so years later, here I sit...Not where I thought I'd be at forty, not where I intended to be at forty. It's been an interesting journey, not altogether bad or good, but a fair mix of both enough to remind me I am alive.