It's cold and rainy in my neck of the woods today! Cold, rainy days do not agree with me and my muscles. I have been thinking lately about denial. Sometimes I deny who I am. Sure I would love the trophies of a Djokovic, Federer or Nadal, but I am no athletic specimen. I will probably not break records or be well known. I just simply write. Write words. That's all. That is all. I wonder if it's enough. Do I need my name in a record book, or to be idolized? No, but it crosses my mind.
What do you think?