The Hotel Life ~ Giving Notice


No, I am not giving notice – maybe one day, but not right now. However, I wanted to share some tips on when you are giving notice and the things I’ve learned over the past 25 years in my working life experiences.

I have given my two weeks’ notice a handful of times and it has been the same process. I write a letter and talk to my boss sharing the news with letter in hand. I work the two weeks and work as hard as I did when I first started the positions. This is who I am. I worked for one company that I didn’t care for as much, however, I kept my routine when I gave my two weeks. I actually gave the company three weeks’ notice and continued to work.

In the past few years in the hotel life I have observed the following (not the best ways to resign):

  • Giving two weeks notice and not showing up for the last few shifts without notice.
  • Giving two weeks notice and not showing up for any shifts.
  • Giving three hours notice before a scheduled shift and saying ‘I quit’. Did I mention the next week’s schedule was posted an hour before I got this text from the employee who gave notice.

I am shocked at how these people survive in the workforce. How can they morally act this way towards an employer. (unless it was a situation where it was warranted) My experiences with the above examples have been from people who I worked with in the past, coached, and genuinely liked and thought they had a good work ethic. How did I not see their other side?

After researching giving notice I have found the following:

Unless there’s an employment contract in force that states the amount of notice to be provided, Canadian common law requires that “reasonable notice” be offered by the employee when they resign. It’s normal (but not a legal requirement) to give two weeks of notice.

Each province has different regulations when it comes to employees giving notice. Some provinces share weeks to one day’s notice is acceptable. Now that I have experienced someone quitting three hours before their shift, I think more and more people take the ‘but not a legal requirement’ literally and it’s true, it’s not required to give two weeks’ notice, but 3 hours? My ego says: Really? Who are you? Sorry, this is my true inside voice and as an employer, I would hope that I set an example of morals and kindness. This type of behavior will trigger my old behavior and think I am not a good manager. Then my true self steps up and ensures me of what I already know. It’s not me, it’s their issue. I do not make up a person’s behavior or create the story they are stuck in. I am simply here to assist and lead a team in a successful hotel that is a collective effort. Each one of my team members contributes to the bottom line. I learned this from various general managers and like-minded colleagues over the years. The theme is providing a safe and healthy environment for all employees and guests.                                                   If they don’t feel this way I also encourage all guests and employees to let me know there is an improvement to be looked at and I will, I have and I do. Sorry, this is more of a rant than a simple post about giving your resignation. However, I see the rant as more of a plea to all employees, no matter where you work, to please share your concerns with your manager, if they don’t know how are they to help address the concerns? I say the same thing to guests, I tend to say, ‘Thank you for sharing your feedback, if you didn’t tell me about “x” then how are we to grow? I appreciate the opportunity to visit our current policies and amend where needed.” This is true, I appreciate all feedback and this is how we grow our team.

Do’s & Don’ts of giving your notice:

I did mention there would be some tips on giving notice. Here are my top favorites:

  • Try to given at least two or one weeks notice in writing and verbally.
  • If it’s feasible, offer to help during the transition and afterwards. The offer may not be accepted, but it will be appreciated.
  • On your last day, make sure you return any property of the workplace, uniforms, name tag, paperwork, and anything that was provided as part of your postion.
  • Say good-bye: Before you leave, take the time to send a farewell message to co-workers and to let them know that you are moving on to a new position,retiring, or doing something else with your life. Collegues will want to say good-bye and good luck.

I am not saying these are the end-all ways to give notice or how to behave. It’s just curitious and I want to have faith in people. Maybe I still have some things to learn about human behavoir.

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…



3 things I wish I knew


Have you ever done something without doing a lot of research and then think, wow, I wish I knew that before I started…

My hand is up for our new adventure with our kitten. I must say that we are pretty lucky with a kitten that has adjusted to our routines in a week. We picked up the kitten on Saturday afternoon from a couple who lived on a farm, (they farm alpacas and goats). The kittens were born in a barn and we were looking for a barn cat. Thank you universe and the Kijiji search engine. I did a little research on kittens because I never had a kitten before. Either did Adam. He has dogs as pets all his life. I had a pet turtle when I was 18, another story to be told at another time. I did have a cat for a short period of time but had to give her up due to a break-up and a move where pets were not allowed. I didn’t learn too much from that cat. She was great, she did her own thing and came to me when she wanted food or a little belly rub once and awhile.

We named our kitten Mirco (because we grow microgreens on our farm and it is was very fitting because he comes from two small cats and he will be a small cat as well, hence, Micro). The three things I wish I knew before Micro entered the house:

  1. What type of food he would like. I asked the woman who he was with for 8 weeks and she told us a brand, so that’s what I bought. I didn’t get the same dry food and Micro doesn’t touch the dry food I bought. Lesson learned.
  2. Toys, I did not need to buy a bag of “cat” toys. I only need a string with a bottle cap or small sox attached to the end. Or just a plain wool sock. Micro loves the sock and drags it all around the house.
  3. Scratching posts. Buy one before you bring a kitten home. Two days of Mirco jumping on the sofa, climbing the side of the bed were two days too long. Adam brought home the scratching post and one day later Micro has figured out how to climb that post, but he still climbs the side of the bed. Especially in the mornings when he wants some love. He doesn’t meow, he purrs very loudly and sits in between our heads and waits for one of us to pat him then he pounces on one of our hands. This is a new phase in the past 48 hours. A phase I hope he grows out of.

It has been a week and I think we are settling in with Micro has much as he is with us. Last week I was having a stressful time at the Hotel Life, and when I came home and opened the door, there as Micro looking up at me with his little head tilted to one side and a small meow to say ‘hi, I’m happy you’re home’. I have to say how easy it is to go from a hard day of work to instantly smiling and playing with a kitten.

Do you have a pet? How did you prepare for them? Any advice on how to grow with a kitten? How to teach it to hunt? I ask because he is to protect the farm from unwanted critters.

Thank you for being here with me today. Have a great day!

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…

Writing Prompts Help Your Creativity Flowing

I am participating in an Instagram monthly challenge and one of the topics was for 5 writing prompts. I decided I would try one of my suggestions.

It is 2 am and you can’t remember how you got home. What happened? – I am going to set my timer for 10 minutes and see what happens.


I’m standing in the middle of my kitchen, I am focused on the bottle of wine that is empty but the two glasses are half full of pink sparkling wine. Why is there wine on my counter? I don’t drink a lot but I know I had a glass of champagne with my best friend before we had dinner, a Thursday evening routine we haven’t missed in ten years. Why Thursday’s and not a weekend night? My friend is married and has two children, twins, and her husband has Thursday and Friday’s off. He is a manager at a popular downtown restaurant and Saturdays are the business night of the week. Jen and her husband, Paul, met fifteen years ago in a restaurant we all worked for. Jen and I are high school friends and landed a job in Lake Louise in the Fairmont Hotel on top of a mountain. Paul was a supervisor in the same dining room. Jen and Paul fell in love at first sight, I mean literally. When Jen and I walked into the dining room on our first day after orientation and she gasped when she saw Paul. He took a step back, exhaled, and smiled. It was magical to watch love work so swiftly. The three of us had typically had Thursday nights off and started to go out for dinner in Banff or Canmore. Mostly to try out new restaurants but to get away from work.

I am a romance author. I started writing when I was a young girl in elementary school. I always had a story floating around my mind and would entertain friends with my made-up stories about love. I have faith in love. I believe in love. Love will set us free. I am romantic at heart.

My Friday morning routine after a girls night with Jen has resulted in sleeping in, and I’m good with that. I never let myself sleep in because I do my best writing in the early mornings. I usually wake up at four o’clock to work out and then I settle into the writing. My latest series has taken a life on of its own. Hot single dads trying to maintain their children’s lives, work, and no room for romance, until they meet the woman at the grocery store or garage sale or the kid’s school pick area. Then the sparks fly. I haven’t been able to walk away from the series and when I look at my calendar to see ‘Jen & Carol’s Night” I know there is a break soon.

Jen likes her free night off and if she can take advantage of her husband taking care of the kids, she will go to bed early for that extra hour or two of sleep that she has missed out on for the past five years.

When Jen left I knew it was around nine o’clock I picked up my iPhone to see what time it was and noticed I had a new message on my Instagram author page. It was from a loyal reader, RomanceReader2229, I wondered if that meant there were 2228 other RomanceReader profiles out there on Instagram.

RomanceReader2229 – Carol, I wanted to tell you how much I loved your latest series. I want to know more about Billy, the brother of the couple who got married at the end of the book. Does Billy show up in another book? He is my perfect man, I want to know more. Write faster, please!

I laugh out loud, copy, and paste the message to Jen. She sends me a laughing emoji then a quick message,

JenandPaul: Why do I feel a little Stephen King’s, Misery, lingering around.

CarolK: Don’t even.

JenandPaul: Just be careful.

Carolk: Thak you mom. I will.

I write RoamanceReader2229 a quick note.

CarolK: Thank you for your message. Like a magician, we never give away our secret, but I can say that Billy will show up again. Keep an eye on my social media and website for updates for a pre-order of my new series, Single Dad’s Passion.  Thank you again for your message and for reading my books. Readers are 150% the reason I am successful. Have a good day.

I put my phone down and start to clean up the kitchen. I drink what is left in my wine glass and start to think about Billy, the character RomanceReader2229 asked about. Billy is based on an old boyfriend who I recently connected with by chance. He happened to be visiting his friend in Halifax who owns a restaurant and asked Billy to come in to look at the kitchen to make sure everything was up to speed. Billy is a chef, now living in Colorado. His wife recently passed away from cancer and his five-year-old son was needing a break from the daily check-ins from his grandmother who seemed to be smothering him with far too much poor-you attention. I was walking out of my favourite cafe after a two-hour writing session and Billy and his son were walking in. We both took a step back and looked at each other up and down, then we leaned in for a quick hug.

I’m Kendle. Who are you? I can’t talk to you unless I know you.

Hi Kendle, I’m Carol, I’m an old friend of your dads.

You’re not old. You’re pretty.

Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.

Mommy said I have daddy’s eyes and I’ll be a lady killer when I’m older.

Billy and I laughed.

It’s good to see you Carol.

I ended up sitting with Billy and his son for another hour in the cafe.

My phone made a bing the sound was for my Instagram account. Then Jen called.

Carol are you still home? I just got a message from RomanceReader2229. Jen’s voice was shaky. My spidey senses started to tingle.


Well, this story could go anywhere. This writing prompt took over quickly. I love the creative process.

Thank you for being there with me today.

Until Next Time, Keep on Typing…




Rethink the 9 to 5 life

I’m busy. I know, I know, no one is that ‘busy’. What I mean is I’m busy with my full-time job at the hotel. I don’t doubt that we are all busy – trying to make it through to the end of day. I can’t remember it being this busy at the hotel over the past six years that I have been working there. But, I have changed my responsibilities, I wear two hats and it is keeping me on toes.



I love my job, it provides me with what is needed to maintain and excel this creative life. I’ve been professing this gratitude statement for years because deep down I know it to be true. I wouldn’t be on this beautiful Canadian West Coast Island where I am surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and mountains. I’m happy with the rain over the heaps of snow that tend to pile up over the winter across the country.

Today, it’s Friday, I work in the afternoon. Some people who work 9-5, Monday to Friday cringe when they hear this. They tend to say, That’s terrible, I could not have weekends off. You’ve been doing this job for over twenty years, you’d think you’d get weekends off by now. Do you want to know what I think when they say stuff like this to me? I’d like to keep it PG here, but the f-bombs go off in my head as I smile politely and tell them it’s okay, it’s part of the job and I like working Friday nights. I get to people watch and you know I love to people watch – I’ve seen and heard some interesting conversations that have triggered my creative juices and I have another story swirling around to be written. Thank you. I also get a lot more work done than on a Tuesday afternoon when stuff is hitting the fan; like the hot tub going down or an employee calls in sick for the overnight shift and you are calling all the backups desperately wishing someone will be available or I’ll be the one sitting at the front desk making sure I roll the day over for the accounting team. (This hasn’t happened to me, but it has come pretty damn close over the years in different hotels I’ve worked at.)


The one thing the people who cringe that I don’t have weekends off are right about is I have been in the hotel business for over twenty years. That much is true. I haven’t been at this hotel for twenty years and your time served in one industry does not guarantee you weekends off. The only hotel job I ever had weekends off was when I was an administrative assistant and the office hours happen to be Monday to Friday, 8:30-5:00 pm – getting home at 5:15 pm (I lived 15 minutes away from the hotel) was so foreign to me. What do I do with myself on a Friday night when most of my friends are working at another hotel? I soon filled my weekends with what I really wanted to be doing. Writing. Spending time with other writers, attending workshops for writing, volunteering for art festivals, promoting the writing group I was a part of. It was my heaven. It was the creative life I had been visualizing myself living for a very long time. It wasn’t even me seeing myself doing this, I was living the life that I knew to be true. Does that make sense? I hope so, it sure feels like it was at that moment. I miss that work-life balance that I am currently striving to have in this moment.


The other time I had weekends off was when I worked at a bank before weekend hours started. This was when I briefly left the hotel life for about a year and a half. After working in a bank and then retail, I couldn’t run fast enough back to the hotel world and I never looked back. I may vent about my job, and I know I started this blog off with “I’m Busy” and I am, but I am so very grateful for this amazing opportunity that has been provided. One where I get paid to be a coach to great employees and to myself. I also get a bird’s eye view of every kind of personality and they all help add to any story I am working on, even inspire a few short stories here and there. Thank goodness for visitors and random people who walk up to the front desk and share their story.

Even if you are busy, what are you grateful for in that moment?

Until next time, keep on typing. . ..

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E is for Extrovert

Are you someone who is a friendly person who enjoys talking to and being with other people? Extroverts love parties, talking on the phone, and meeting new people.

I am not an extrovert yet I’m not an introvert.

An introvert generally prefers solitary activities to interacting with large groups of people. If you would rather work through your feelings in your diary than have a conversation, then you are an introvert.

Okay, so I’m more of an introvert than I think, however, I like spending time with my friends and I like the idea of going to a party to network, make new friends all while being the dynamic person I am, but when it comes down to the brass taxes I would recoil and slink back into my bedroom or sofa and do what my comfort zone prefers. Writing or watching a movie with my partner who is also hybrid introvert. He is comfortable with going to parties and talking to strangers but would rather be with close friends having meaningful conversations that stick with you for days.

So, what am I? I’m in-between the introvert and extrovert.

Ambivert: Someone who exhibits qualities of both introversion and extroversion.

Which explanation sounds more like you?

  • I am drawn to people, I get energy from social gatherings and am pretty outgoing. (Extrovert)
  • It’s draining to be around lots of people. I prefer peace, solitude and quiet time. I usually crave alone time in my free time. (Introvert)
  • It depends. (Ambivert)

I get more energy from being with one or two of my friends, and being by myself emerged in writing. I think that equals being an ambivert. Which personality do you sway towards? There are many tests online to take but my gut tells me what the body, mind and spirit needs to maintain the balance of this beautiful creative life.

Until next time, keep on typing….







Thank you Science of People


D is for Diving

Diving deeper into your passions can be scary but so exciting and rewarding all at the same time.

When I was younger taking swimming lessons, the Original Canadian Red Cross Water Safety classes with different colored badges, yellow for beginner all the way to white for water sport safety. I loved getting the Water Safety Programme Personal Report Card, well until my instructor said I needed to work on my diving before I could advance to the next level.

Standing on the spring board when you are eight or nine with an instructor telling you to keep the board still is hard. Trying to focus on your hands being over your head to prepare to jump and dive into the water and then thinking how you don’t want the water to go up your nose all at the same time while your mother and everyone else’s parent is watching. Keeping the spring board still while I jump is the last thing on my mind.

Eventually I learned howto dive without the spring board moving and I could quickly dive into the water without a sound. I would practice after swim class and any chance I could get to the pool. I was determined to get my next swim badge and I didn’t want to be scared of what people thought if I didn’t dive perfectly. The swim lessons taught me that practice does help you get better at whatever you are working on.

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. ~ Stephen King

Much like learning how to dive, I use the same determination to focus on my writing. The more I write the more I get a little better with each word that is set on the page.

Until next time, keep on typing….


Ready, set, write…



This is what makes sense in my life…Write for 15 minutes – prompt, answer, prompt again, answer.

Are you ready? The timer has started.

I recently heard that blogging is not as it use to be about five years ago. This maybe true, but for me blogging makes sense in my life at the moment as blogging gets me here on the page and that is what makes sense in my life. Writing makes sense in my life. Why? The list is ever-growing. I’m here to tell a story and yes I should be spending this fifteen minutes on my work in progress that I want to finish editing and revising by mid-march, it all makes sense to me. The process of writing, the process of sharing the writing, the process of learning more about writing, promoting, marketing, all of it makes sense to me. What doesn’t make sense to me is the procrastinating that settles in when I’m not looking. All of a sudden three or four episodes of whatever Netflix original has gone by and I wonder why the hell I feel so tired. Because I’ve been wasting precious time on something that does not fuel my soul, it feeds the ego and the old behavior of what feels comfortable. If I’m going to change and I’m going to go after what really matters in life, then I have to do something different. That is the truth.


This is what makes sense in my life. That I’ve been bouncing from place to place. I mean I’ve been guided to beautiful places in Canada, I’ve flown across the country from the east coast to live on top of one of the most beautiful Canadian rocky mountains to work and to experience life, this was to add to my creative life, this makes sense to me. The fact that I was with a company that transferred their employees to other beautiful resorts and hotels was a blessing, that made total sense to me. At the time I took it for granted, but deep down I knew that I was in the right place at the right time and I went with the flow, it all made perfect sense. I knew I was a story-teller from the start, I knew I was here to share this talent that has been given to me, a gift so precious that it almost seems like a secret that I shouldn’t share, but why would I think that? Anyone else who has the gift to tell a great story hasn’t held back, look at J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, Danielle Steel, Nora Roberts, my goodness they keep writing and keep sharing, why wouldn’t they? Why wouldn’t I?


What makes sense to me is that I am procrastinating from time to time and the excuse of my full-time job is really pissing me off – it’s no excuse, it’s the old behaviour wanting to sit on the sofa and numb the creative being into Netflix submission. That makes no sense to me what so ever, so what am I going to do about it? Get off the sofa, go into my writing room that I’ve been manifesting for most of my life yet don’t spend as much time in there as I have fantasized about, and write, or at least spend time there to give my writing room my energy, to keep giving it time to settle with me, to idle and let the words flow and be with the creativity as it should be. That makes sense to me, to spend time with those who support me and strengthen my abilities as I would do the same for them. Creativity has supported me for this long and it’s time for me to support the talent that has been so graciously loving me. I’m tired of hearing myself be upset hat I didn’t spend time with my writing, so it only makes sense to me that I continue to fight hard to be with it, stay away from the distractions that numb the senses, and go for it, go for the truth and be here on the page!

Well that was a quick 15 minutes – nothing a good rant onto the page won’t fix, or at least have some eye-opening moments.

What makes sense to you? Ready, set, write.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .


I’m Getting There


I didn’t write a lot last week, it was an unexpectedly busy week at the hotel life or should I say it was a week of procrastination that I wasn’t involved with and could not avoid at the same time. Sound weird, well it was and it feels strange to be this far away from writing, but you know what? I’m here now, with you words being tapped onto the blank page and I feel like no time has passed, well except that I’m behind on my word counts, but you get what I mean. I’m back where I am to be, right here and now.


On Friday night after I got home from work, I wanted to write using one of the writing prompts I stocked up on from a friend, but the cards were in another room and I was pretty comfy on the sofa. It was a long day at the hotel life. I was wearing my HR hat for most of the day which I love, yet it can be a bit emotionally draining. Either way I had fun and now my true self is like, ‘um, come on, let’s play!’ So I searched on-line for some writing prompts and I found 365 writing prompts, perfect! I don’t know why, but this was the one I was drawn to, well I have a niggle of why I chose this one:

Closed Doors: What’s behind the door? Why is it closed?

I think I will start the timer for ten minutes and see what happens. Are you ready? I challenge you to write with me, explore the closed-door.


The door is closed and I want to know why. A part of my mind, the darker side, the part that I don’t usually let out most of the times has stepped up and taken the mic. It wants to speak up and tell a story. What kind of story, I do not know, but I do know. Deep down I know how I can slip into the dark side of things, I think the worst case scenario and run with it, let it take over my entire self and let it live as it wants to, as it was intended. I’m a good person, yet there is a piece of me that is very aware that I can be dark and mysterious. But why is the door closed? Where is this door? Why am  I seeing a door closed? Maybe it’s a character that sees the door closed and when they look in the peep-hole they can see very clearly what is happening behind that closed-door. Is it a murder, an affair, and loving moment, a celebration?


There is a man at the door with his hand on the door handle. He knocks first and says a name, Miranda. He knows she’s behind the door. He can almost smell her soft scent of vanilla, she is a baker in a small boutique bakery and she always seems to smell like cookies. He loved that about her, but she didn’t. Behind the door, Miranda is in her bathroom trying to scrub the smell of sweetness off her skin. She uses a fresh bar of soap and rubs away. She hears the knock at the door and she stops suddenly.


She faintly remembers the voice on the other side of the door, she walks through her living room to the front door. She turns the door handle slowly, she is cautious, she wasn’t expecting anyone. She opens the door even more slowly and sees a man at the door, he is someone she has seen, but doesn’t know her.

Can I help you? Miranda can feel her arms numbing from the hard soap on her skin.

I was going to ask you the same question. 

The timer has stopped and I wonder where this story will end up going? It’s fun to let creativity take over and have fun. Just let go of the day and let it all be right here and now. Did you’re closed-door have a story? Set your timer for ten minutes and have fun.

Until next time, keep on typing . . . .







Thanks to thinkwritten for the 365 writing prompts that you can find here

Funny things about dreams


I vowed I would post two blogs a week and so far so good. I set a goal of using writing prompt cards from a friend, but today’s blog is going to be a little different. I have written a blog from the writing prompts, but creativity has another agenda and I am following the path. I had a dream and it has been with me for days now.


They say if something appears to you several times to pay attention. Like an idea about a book or business.
With in less than 24 hours, I’ve been presented with the notion of Paris.
First during a dream, I witnessed a woman touch a man’s face softly saying, Let it go Brock, it’s Paris.
Then at the gym, I heard a song about Paris and as I was searching for a picture to post about dreaming, the picture above shows up. Talk about a A-ha moment. Hello? My muse cries out as she knocks on my head.


A few days have passed, and the whispers of Let it go Brock, it’s Paris, lingers in my mind. I have questions, who is Brock? What is it about Paris that I should know or look into? Or is it about the dream?


As I walked to the coffee shop to meet up with my friend, Jacqui Nelson for our Sunday morning writing sessions, I thought about the statement, Let it go Brock, it’s Paris, and I thought maybe I should write the story just like I witnessed it in my dream, and I can still see certain images from the dream, when some mornings I can barely grasp on the last image I might have witnessed during the REM state. So, let’s go ahead and try to write a little more about Brock and this woman.


I might be dreaming. I’m waiting in a line, outside, it’s a snow-covered trail, there are many people in this line, waiting, shuffling along, I don’t see the end of the line or the beginning. I don’t even know why we are in line? It’s not cold out, the snow-covered trail is pretty, I still don’t know what I am here. The woman I witnessing this dream through is watching a man with soft grey eyes, dark brown hair with flex’s of grey, maybe salt and pepper, but not as much as grey as you’d imagine. He’s wearing a navy blue pea-coat that gives him that certain mysterious look. The man looks sad as his gaze lingers past her. The woman reaches her hand towards the mans face, she softly glides her finger tips along his chiseled jaw line and whispers

Let it go Brock, it’s Paris.

They begin to walk, the line has moved, the people in front of them are quite ahead of them. I can hear the woman say over and over, Let it go Brock, it’s Paris, it rings in the mans mind. They approach the line with more people waiting on the snow-covered trail, it begins to lightly snow. The man and woman see an older man looking for his wife who is behind the couple. Then older couple finds one another and embraces with passion, as if they hadn’t seen each other for years and it was only a moment ago.

Then my alarm goes off, but I can not forget the lingering whisper, let it go Brock, it’s Paris…


Who is Brock? Is Paris the city or is it another person? Is the woman his lover? Is this small statement like ‘we’ll always have Paris?’ did they met in Paris? What is it about this six word sentence that has the creative mind stirring? I wanted to write it down so I could continue with my editing of my NaNoWriMo project – my weekly goals have been 50% met, I’ve written two and posted two blogs which I feel really good about. However, I haven’t done any work on my work in progress. I’ve slipped back into the hotel life and my ego has sucked me back in with its old behavior’s of “thinking” it’s okay to sit around doing nothing after work. Sorry ego, you’re wrong. I must write, edit, work on my passion any time I get a chance. I’ve waited to long and have been quiet for far too long. It’s time to turn up the volume on this great voice that has been given to me.

I am grateful for this idea and I will let the imagination run wild, let’s see what we can come up.

Until next time, keep on typing. . . .