Kimber J.

I keep having this recurring thought about one day writing a book - now the hard part is discovering what I should write. What do I know enough about to constitute an ENTIRE BOOK? I have little thoughts - thoughts that would suffice as a chapter or maybe even two; hardly enough for a complete book. My skills aren't really for story telling, so that takes care of the fiction part of it all. I don't feel that I have enough command of one specific subject others would be interested in reading about to make a whole book of it; therefore, non-fiction is out of the running as well. I don't have a desire to research any one single person to create a biography - talk about boring. That leaves me with recipe writing, photojournalism, or magazine writing. I don't follow recipes well at all, photojournalism doesn't use words, and what's a magazine? Guess that just means I'm stuck with blogging. Maybe one day I can link all my blogs together and create one cohesive ...

This morning I took a small gift to K. She mentioned yesterday how she wanted one of those plastic bags with handles from Mexico - you know the kind you can use at the beach because it doesn't retain sand and other beach-life debris. Well, I had one folded up in my living room drawer that I've only used four times in the nine years I've had it - why not pass it along for someone else to use and love? She hugged me and thanked me; it felt wonderful to make someone so happy before 8:30am. A moment later she invited me into her office because she had something she wanted to tell me. After closing the door, her eyes filled with tears as she began to thank me for being such a positive energy in her life. She said that I was a battery charger for her, and she can tell a difference in her own attitude and approach to work just in the few short months I've been here. She wasn't sure if I knew that I had this kind of affect on people, but she felt compelled to tell me that...