Once upon a time I painted while youngest was a toddler sometimes more then one a day. Now what I had been waking up often 3am eager before sunrise to do passing practice of street hockey ball pn rollerblades I'm unable to..without activated insurance at the moment no medical attention sought so it will mend but if I’ll skate no idea. But I do believe one should do a passion in life. Finding out a burden is passed when someone dies. Papers. Material crap has mw question what is the point of living if what it comes to is what I'm doing for my roomy. Probate. Sorting shredded papers. So let's art it up see if my spirit is up and up once more. These people who spy have made life also not as desirable to exist with meaning but I'm hockey. We always get back up.

‍ Update….Fall 2025 Two months off of my rollerblades skates is all I could hold out for. Am i in pain. Absolutelty at times but its what fuels my soul. Middle kid names it an obsession but plenty of adults exercise if not pay to be amongst others while doing workout. Getting into skates i feel I can truly breathe….I don’t need much to make me happy…not miserable singke able yo go where and when I want no permission asked…paved surface..street hockey ball…and a twig. Not fancy cars. The Hummer Truck ia no longer important…my childrens father passing I’ve learned the burden of a material life….what they say is a value to yiur end. Numbers. Not deeds you did or lives impacted but things…I just wanna raise my kids….my Ferris kid. I want her to be happy pursue a career she. An be passionate about not whats a high earner to replace her dads level of income just to be in a house we built 2019…30 year mortgage..Happy…whooping at life in glee as I have just with a simple hockey ball…so. Find what sets your soul on fire even if its cut shorter by a death because last year I truly lived…all because of a death and a divorce…