I fought the idea of creating a blog for the longest time. Now, understand that I love to write…I love to read…I love…words. I am, as my roomie would lovingly put it…contrary. My life was not interesting enough. My writing was mediocre, at best. And…people I loved were asking me to do it. Telling me they thought I’d enjoy it! So, I fought it. I clung to flimsy excuses to not do it, instead of taking the plunge. They were right. I love it. I am finding that as much as I love to see that people are reading this and that they like it…it is more for me. It’s a refuge for my ever-thinking mind, where those thoughts that swirl constantly, must be controlled, edited, and placed on a page in such an order as to be of interest! Do others think about the things I think about? Do they think in the same way I do? I will never know unless!-I write what I think down on ‘paper’. I’ve seen the effect my own daughter’s blog has had on me. it’s thrilling to go there and see what she’s doing! The fact that she takes the time to take pictures and write down her thoughts & activities (and having the ability to see she’s an excellent writer!) is stunning. It also makes me sad that I fought it for so long…but glad that I gave in and did this! I love my family, I miss them terribly, and I believe they will recoginize ‘me’ in the words on these pages. That excites me in a way I never dreamed possible!
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