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As Real As It Gets: The Living Book Hub

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Please click on image or small title to continue to: "As Real As It Gets Living Book Hub". This is the Cover. A large open trunk overflowing with pictures sworling into a tornato. Flying inages are turning into or mixing with dark colored birds on the left in the amber sunlit skies. The tornato fills the top of the screen separating the amber skies from the grey-blue skies of the right of the image. The right side flowing pictures are just sworming in the tornato and falling to the monuntain filled vally ground. Across the middle of the page reads in all caps, "As Real As It Gets: The Living Book Hub". — As Real As It Gets Living Book Hub Cover. A large open trunk overflowing with pictures sworling into a tornato. Flying inages are turning into or mixing with dark colored birds on the left in the amber sunlit skies. The tornato fills the top of the screen separating the amber skies from the grey-blue skies of the right of the image. The right side flowing pictures are just sworming in the tornato and falling to the monuntain filled vally ground. Across the middle of the page reads in all caps, “As Real As It Gets: The Living Book Hub”.

Prologue Volume 1– LISTEN / WATCH
Chapter 1: Couch Confrontation – READ / WATCH
Chapter 1 Part 2: Leaky Basement – READ / WATCH
Chapter 2: The Good, Bad, then Ugly – IN PROGRESS

Prologue

This audio Prologue sets the stage for the Living Book. Listen to it first before diving into Chapter 1 “Couch Confrontation“.

You want the truth?

Most people can’t handle it!….. I am thirty-two years old living off my friends, AND THE WORLD IS, just falling apart around us.

The things I am about to talk about are as real as it gets in the mind of a single, semi-bipolar woman. And… I have reached a point where I don’t have a damn thing to lose!

They call it bipolar. Well, I call it being a sexual Scorpio, fighting urges that only exist in my head. I was born into a world of drugs, sex, and lies before I even hit ten years old. I was a sheltered girl who became a hellcat, fighting for myself through every turn. And this hellcat is good at what she does—and I know it.

But here is the real fight. Will I ever stop letting these distractions win? I have spent so much time running toward the wrong things—giving in to the hunger of the moment, the sexual urges, and the easy life of just living for today. People tell me to just be natural, to stop being so hungry for success, and just exist as they do. Like crabs in a bucket… are they trying to hold me down?

But I know there is more! I am worried, and I am scared now. Will I finally stop running away from my own greatness and concentrate on the many talents that are God-given? When is it time to stop the distractions and get on the exact road I belong on? Is it time for the raw, emotional realization? I say yes. That time is now.

My quest. My journey. My life, for my type of living. Welcome to my living book.

Couch Confrontation

Leaky Basement