Working for the Sake of Working

OK, I have been known to be a workaholic. Why, you may question. Simply because I want accomplish so many different things while I still have the ability to do so. To prove to myself that all of these crazy notions that pop into my head are feasible. Easily conquered. I have tackled many, completed more things in my time than I thought I was capable of. But I believe the time has come to get back to my roots. To who I really am and to quit working like a mad scientist and do what comes naturally. Writing. I have found that since I started blogging that the old brain still likes this. Still is fond of getting across witty little sayings. Fun combinations of words that are more than common conversation. Writing is a therapeutic outlet for things swirling around in my head that I don't want to assess, yet the subconscious sees that my fingers type what lurks there. And I solve problems I didn't even know were haunting me. The best part, I get to purge oddities in my head, and others have an enjoyable read. Who could refute this as a good deal? I look forward to picking up the pen again, especially to see what words come forth.