Starting Fresh

They say the third time is a charm. Which I find a tad bit ironic considering that the third time around is when one strikes out.

And yet here I am...

Lately I've been letting my thoughts run free in the open field that is my mind. Last time I'll ever do that. The havoc that has been wreacked has been immense. He looks at me kind of funny every once and a while and says "Umm...everything alright up there." I just smile.

I can't help it...I blank. I stare out into space (or the ceiling ...whichever is currently available.) Sometimes my thoughts wander out further than what I would like. They may or may not end up spending the night in a dark scary forest that is filled to the brim with all kinds of dirt, mess and darkness (the three things I hate most.) The forest is creepy. But even creepier is the fact that I refer to my own thoughts as lost sheep that mysteriously always seem to find their way back home regardless of what kind of craziness they've been through. No worries, I'm hoping this will be my way of containing them.

From now on my thoughts will stay on a very short leash.