Labor Day

The Labor Day weekend is, once again, upon us. Where has the summer gone....
Someone once said, "If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life."
Writing, for me, is truly a labor of love. It's what I was born to do. I don't consider it work. Creativity, which is a natural part of each of us, needs and outlet. I have two left flippers and can't dance. I croak really well but I only sing one song. I don't cook (I catch bugs)  I don't draw, or paint, or sculpt. But I can write...and that's no easy task for a frog! But thinking up a book idea, then putting pen to paper, is how I release my personal creativity. What's your? It can be simple or complex but I bet there's something that you are really good at. Since each person, and frog, is unique, so is your talent. And if you don't let your little light shine, you deprive the world of your special gift. No one will ever be exactly like you or have your exact gift. Wouldn't it be a shame to hide it? So, even though I technically work at my craft, it feels more pleasurable than the often-times "dirty" word known as work. That being said, I will still enjoy my day off this Labor Day.  I hope you'll have a good one, too! See you all back here on Tuesday,