why I write....... to what the fuck?

I write because it's cleansing to my soul. I had a diary when I was a little girl, a journal is a teenager and now I have a blog. When I was a kid, I hid my diary like it contains gold. As an adult, I don't give a shit. Anyone can read what I write now and hopefully, maybe I will help someone out through a time in their life or at least give them a laugh about my f***** up life.  No one is perfect and no one should set any goals to be. I don't even like to make plans I am more of a fly by the seat of my pants type of person. Plans fall through and then there is disappointment.  No plans means no disappointment. Believe it or not in my world it works. I love spontaneity, that's what keeps me guessing about what's around the next corner. I have no plans for a career, I'm in a good position at the job I have now I have benefits, salary, Commission and 401 K. I'm not planning on going anywhere so I'm happy. I have amazing employees that helped me through thick and thin and that honestly consider friends. I know that you're not supposed to be friends with your employees but I consider myself an unconventional manager. I treat my employees like I would want to be treated when I was an employee. But more on that later in another blog entry. This scatterbrained entry started about one thing and led to what the fuck? That's my life. More to come.