Summer is almost gone I have accomplished a lot in my part of the world. I have canned produce from my garden.  I have written a book. I have made many new friends on Goodreads. I have taken control of my life. At one time, it would use to bother me about what others thought of me. I would seek their approval for everything that I had done. In reflection, summer was not only a time to accomplish things for the forthcoming winter, but personal goals as well.
I have gone fishing, swimming, and to the movies. I have read books, and not of the textbook kind. These things may seem irrelevant to most, but for me, it is a life time achievement. Many of us get so involved in other’s lives that we forget about ourselves. We begin to lose our identity. We are someone’s daughter, son, husband, father, or mother. We wear so many masks that we forget who we are.
My recent blogs have been a reflection of simple childhood memories, such as climbing a tree, making mud pies, or noticing a simple butterfly flitting around a flower. I am the first to admit that I am guilty of taking life way too serious. I am constantly striving for perfection, knowing all along that I will never reach it. I torment myself over errors and mistakes, which should have never been made. Regardless, I still keep making them, over and over.
When I was a young girl, I would holler out, “Do Over, and then just laugh.” I would try and try until I would get it right. With a child’s perspective, it was okay to make mistakes, because with children, they are constantly learning.
There is this pinnacle, which is not clearly stated, when mistakes are not appreciated after a certain age.  I am not sure when this actually occurs but you do begin to realize it when the yelling begins, the boss pulls you over to side and says, “We need to talk.” Even our World News focuses on the negatives.
It is my opinion that man has become to wound up, like a rubber band that will ultimately snap from the tension that is constantly forced upon it.
I am speaking from experience. If people do not choose to take a least one hour a day for themselves, that rubber band will eventually snap, and the pain will be felt much more intensely.
I keep questioning, is there no hope for this world? Have we become a world that feeds on negative energy to survive? I have these images of little Pac-men running through their maze trying to avoid being eaten.
     Yes, sadly this is our world. We have become mice, searching for a quick reward. We are preconditioned to respond and not to think. Why? No mistakes or errors. We go through the motions never fully experiencing life. 
After saying this, I am going to look for some cheese