Reflecting on life — I need to write another blogpost for therapy purposes; I need to tell of my ambitions, my hopes, my dreams, my desires, those old, present, and new. Like a lot of writers, I wrote a lot. It started in high school, hundreds of thousands of words on manuscripts, meant only for my eyes. I tried to get published, and I did receive some encouraging rejection letters from literary agents. When I wrote another book during my…