I have to write. And walk. Every day. Without fail. Because
I am addicted. These are my drugs. My fixes.
Yes, I need exercise. Physical. And mental. I’m hooked. And I have no
desire to go in for a cure. I suspect. That most people are addicted. To
something or other. Oh, I almost forgot. To mention my favorite addiction. Love. I have to be in love. With someone or
something. That’s why I write mostly loving thoughts. Many of which come to
mind when I’m out for a lovely stroll. With Mother Nature. It all adds up. To being in love with life.--Jim Broede
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