On Sunday I was leading a pack of boys scouts through the requirements for the Public Speaking merit badge; one of the boys, well spoken, lost track of his thoughts when speaking about his beloved sport, basketball. When he was done, I suggested the next time he delivered a speech he imagine it with a beginning, middle and an end.
Afterwards, I wondered if maybe I was having a hard time writing my book because I’d not started in the beginning? So here we go, from the very beginning of my lost to joy journey; take a deep breath as this will be infinitely harder for you to read then for me to write. XXOO,