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August 2, 2012
An Apology For The Kids...
You'd think that being confined to a cell would give you all the time in the world to do anything you want. Well, as far as thing that can actually be done in a cell go (read whatever, write whatever, draw or paint whatever). But it's not quite that way. It's just hard to do things.
Here we are in 2012, and I'm still behind on my goals. The books I'm working on. The paintings not yet painted. All the things I want to make sure I get done for my kids are still mostly works-in-progress. But I feel that once things start reaching completion, everything will just sorta fall like dominoes.
The only thing I can say in my defense is it just really sucks being in prison. It's not easy seeing the true colors of those you love and those in society. How most people are just about themselves and nobody else. No empathy whatsoever, especially from those in the law service.
And I re-emphasize law "service".
Depression looms at the start of every hour here, and giving up seems to be the norm. The expectation, actually. But the fact that I can't leave my kids empty-handed drives me and, on top of that, I refuse to let this imprisonment beat me down like some dog. Every day, I work, and work, and work. It'll pay off one day.
I hope.
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I'm pleased to hear you refuse to conform to the norm & won't give up on your goals. Children are good at providing that drive aren't they; mine do the same for me. It's Father's Day here this weekend so from one caring parent to another, I wish you a Happy Father's Day!
Nicki
Sincerely,
Eleanor Anne.