Okay let’s try this again. The first draft of this post turned out horrendously so I simply decided to delete it all and start again.
Sometimes that is what we all need to do. Have a fresh start. Wipe away all the negativity, step back and take a look, then dive back in with a new mindset.
I can’t even begin to express how amazing it feels to do. Especially when it appears you are going down a negative spiral of no return. When you’re in deep enough, it seems like there’s no going back. Except there always is.
As of late, I have fallen in love with writing again. Here I don’t mean typing or even just writing a story, but I actually mean writing. Simply taking a pen to paper and letting your thoughts flow in whichever direction they choose to go.
- Side note: This story was written in response to an Invitation to write a Cinderella story.
- The creators of the challenge are Anne and Theresa and you can click on their names to read their initial stories.
Outside on a stranger’s trampoline, Cindy wondered how she let herself be dragged to yet another party that she did not want to attend. Izelle and Stacia were to blame of course. They’re always to blame for things like this happening lately. Cindy sat with her legs dangling off the edge of the trampoline, with a drink in her hand. It was a Cream Soda. Cindy doesn’t like to drink much (alcohol makes her a bit anxious) so she stuck to the sweet stuff.