Welcome To My Mind

Welcome to My Mind

by Stuart R. Mullins

Introduction

Welcome to my mind—a very scary place to be sometimes. I live here regularly. Sure, I’ve gotten out and done some really cool things in my lifetime, but I still spend a lot of time dreaming. Whenever I’m riding in a car, flying in a plane, or just have a few quiet moments to myself, my thoughts kick into overdrive.

As lame as it sounds, I still live out my rockstar fantasies on a daily basis. I write books in my head that I hope to put on paper one day so I can share them with you. My thoughts often drift back to childhood—the woods my friends and I practically lived in, the little neighborhood village that helped raise me, the Sunday School classrooms where I first learned about God, the small, tight-knit schools that made me feel safe and accepted, and the hometown that taught me the values I still strive to live by, despite numerous failures, and most of all, the two greatest parents who ever lived. I’ve been blessed beyond measure, but I’m still dreaming—and I’m no longer ashamed of that.

On Borrowed Time

The truth is, I’m on the back nine of an incredible life. I still feel young, but the number that increases by one every year on my birthday is higher than I ever thought it would be. You see, my parents both died young. I’ve already outlived my dad by six years and my mom by nine. So, for much of my adult life, I’ve lived with the sense that I’ve already gone beyond my expiration date—half-expecting God might someday decide to include me in a bit of “spring cleaning.” I’m not complaining; I’m grateful to still be above the dirt. But, that quiet awareness of borrowed time has motivated me to keep trying new things and chase every dream that drifts through my mind before it's too late.

Why I’m Starting This Blog

Many years before I tried my hand at self-publishing, I began writing what I called “essays” in my Google Docs. My plan was to collect them over time and eventually share them with friends and family. But today, my dreamer mind decided it was time to take a new step—to start this blog and publish those essays for anyone who might want to read them.

Maybe I’ll post weekly… or daily… or monthly… or whenever my unorganized, busy self can manage.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them.

God bless,

Stuart



Comments

  1. KevmullinsNovember 4, 2025 at 8:22 AM

    Look forward to reading the inner workings of that beautiful mind my friend.

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  2. PCLZ28November 5, 2025 at 6:13 AM

    Keep living the dream my brother and my friend.

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  3. Gail ComptonNovember 5, 2025 at 6:51 AM

    Enjoyed this, I hope you continue the blog.

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  4. JaniceNovember 5, 2025 at 7:04 AM

    I love this my little brother ( from another mother ) I hope you continue the blog ❤️

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