“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.”

C. S. Lewis

This evening after my work day ended I looked around me and I liked what I saw. I have a view of trees from every window in my new little apartment. It’s almost like I’m tucked up in a treehouse. I have just about everything I need.

The last few days I’ve received post cards, notes, flowers, and even cookies in the mail from friends and family. I feel loved. Thank you.

I’ve been working on a short story since earlier this summer and I’ve been stuck for the last week or so. The main character in my story is going through a divorce herself. Each time I add to her story it seems to take a different angle. It started out pretty sad, with the character trying not to cry at work, and it took a bit of a humorous twist as she made a fool of herself in a dating situation. Then it started to go a little bit dark as she started finding out secrets her ex had kept from her. And that’s where I stopped. That’s not the story I want to tell. I don’t want that to be my story.

So I’ve put this story on hold for a while. I’ll take a little time to discover where I want this story to go and see if I can change the ending.