I have been staring at a blank page, trying to figure out what to write for quite a bit of time…writers block, is kind of new to me…my brain is always overflowing with thoughts I want to put on paper, but lately I have found something that I love to do, and that helps me unwind, very hard. And I don’t like it! I like being able to write out my plans, sit with my laptop and escape in my writing…and now it seems as if my writing is something my mind is trying to run from, instead of running towards. I could blame it on everything around me, no inspiration, nothing “write worthy has happened” but that would be wrong. While I don’t live a James Bond (would that be Jane Bond?) exciting type of life, I still have one. And as much as I try to make it slow down, it keeps marching on. I have a wonderful mountain that I climb every morning, sometimes slipping to the bottom, and having to start all over again on the SLOW and steady walk to reach the top and claim...