THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKIN....

THESE ARE MY BOOTS

WHAT FOLLOWS IS WHY I WANT TO USE THEM FOR WALKING...

I have had oodels of posts at the tip of my brain for weeks now and yet they never seem to make it to print.

I was going to write a post on Robin Hood and how I live in the Sherwood Forrest!( which I do)

I live on Sheriff Way, if you hang a right you will hit Prince John Way followed by King Richard, Maid Marion, and Robin Hood. I had eloquent descriptions of why the names had meaning but they have disappeared.

I was going to write about the troubles of my heart and why I struggle with the balancing act. But I am still struggling and feel troubled and don't quite know how to put in on screen.

I had a post surrounding the awesomeness of my children and how they make it all worthwhile!

I had a post regarding my sheer hate of dogs. I can appreciate that others need the attention and companionship of a dog however I have enough needing going on when I come home and the last thing I need is a four legged animal needing me. Not to mention my dog eats my bras.

I am starting Psychiatric Nursing School on the 11th of June and I am seriously nervous and scared to death, which I was going to eloquently share.

I was going to delve into the delima of my bum shoulder. Which is getting worse and there are some days where I cannot do up my bra. Which wasn't a big deal a week ago because my dog had eaten them all!

I was about to enlighten you all on the joys of boundaries and why we need them. When I realized I had let mine down and let people in who were negative and hurt full.

Lesson learned: never let your boundaries down.

I am definitely a walker, when things are not going well I tend to walk/run as fast as I can. I don't necessarily think it is a bad thing. There are times where running has saved me. Right now though I think running will only hurt me more.

So I will walk and see how it goes.