TBT

Throwback Thursday!!! 

These were the retail days:

I love the Minions!

I've been away, had to travel for the "second job," you know the one that pays the bills.
But I'm back home and wanted to share with you something that will hopefully make you giggle as much as I do.

I love the minions so much that I was one two years ago for Halloween!

Ignore the tall guy I'm standing next to, I wanted him to be a minion too. 

And on my trip to NYC (the rerouted trip from Atlantic City,- stupid closed down hotel...) my bff and I took the best selfie with this guy!

I found My Way Back

Greetings one and all, 

I'm not sure where to start this blog today. I'm sure some of you (maybe, maybe not) have noticed I haven't posted in a a while. (My last post was on January 6th.) Today I've decided to come to you with the raw emotions and reason I guess that I have been so quiet. 

Do any of you write, sing, act, or perform any other activity that leaves your life open to the public? For those of you that do, I believe that you will understand where I'm coming from. Writing is a gift. I can't say that I am good at it. (Only those who read my work can be the judge of that) but I can say that I do enjoy it. Becoming an author was not apart of my career path. I've dabbled in such fields as machining/tool and die, retail and market research. I even thought for a while that I would want to fly a plane. Until a few years ago, I thought it would be great to eventually operate my own Bed and Breakfast. And then one day, while reading a book that shall remain nameless, I decided I would write that book that I used to think about creating. At that point in time, I didn't think I would get more than a few pages in before I would get stuck and never go back to it. Yet the farther I dove into the book and bringing all of my imaginary friends to life the more I understood that all those other jobs were nice but what I needed to do with my free time was write and tell all of the stories that play like an ongoing movie in my head. Now I say my free time because like most writers, this is only our side gig because (no matter how much we dream for it to be our full time day and day out job) I still have to pay the bills.

To cut this very long story short. I, in the last few months, hit the "Self doubting-impatient-angry-confused-jealous-depressed" wall. And I hit it hard. I didn't want to write. I didn't want to listen to all of my imaginary friends. I thought about deleting my Twitter account, discontinuing all clubs on Goodreads and not logging into Facebook again. I didn't want to be Elle anymore because Elle is a microscopic molecule struggling to survive in the ocean. I don't know about you, but it seems unbearable to conceive that I, the person, could be so small and invisible. 

I'm here today to tell you that I am sorry that I lost faith in myself. I lost faith in what I love as dearly as my family. That won't happen again. I may never become a bestselling author. I may never truly have a fan base. I may never receive another comment/review/rating for my books/blog posts. I may never sell/share another one of my stories. But I will continue to be me. The writer that loves to tell stories, regardless of whom out there comments, follows, or reads. The words I share with anyone listening have always and will always come my inner essence, the very threads that hold me together. Going forward, I will not forget that again. 

Here is my promise: