of each circumstance that separates me from the mainstream of life.
It started a few years ago, after my son died, when I began to have trouble clearing my
thoughts enough to stay on topic.
I thought that was a good time to quit.
I started another blog; and yet another. But, I stopped writing my personal pieces.
I joined a new organization and waited to see if my life turned around, if my own circumstances
were ready for a change. Daily, thoughts of quitting bubbled up at inopportune times, as right at this moment when instead of taking a photo of the beautiful walking path in Eugene by the Willamette River, I took a selfie. Disgusted with my lack of abilities, I turned off the camera and buried it in my pocket.
I used to love taking pictures and talking about my world.
I used to love writing about everything.
How do we know when to move on?