These are the days of our… are you kidding me?

So as life is doing its thing, so are we. Flowers and trees grow, so do we. They prosper and become beautiful and grown, or ugly and withered… so do we…. Then a hurricane rips up thru the area and destroys everything— our life is just like that. Except for us, maybe not as drastic as a hurricane, unless you actually were in a horrific natural disaster. I am talking about internal things or not so physical destruction. Just when things are going good, we spread our leaves out and let the freak flag fly… now sometimes that flag is stupid and covered in pickles. We make our own destruction, we cause our own havoc…
But I guess its the way we handle things in life.
Like right now.. I am editing my book again for the 2nd edition hardcover, its a bit frustrating but its my own doing… So its ok right?