On a path that will lead me somewhere, surprises and obstacles to who I am. Y'all are welcome to walk with me.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Rip Van Winkle moment
Goggling through news, it drew upon me that I had not written in my blog for AGES. I could identify a lot of reasons, including work, facebook and exhaustion- but that'd be excuses. I have found a lot of stories that I had thought readers would be interested, but I placed 'em on Facebook. I had remarkable experiences, and I determined no one would want to hear them. The truly fear here is that I compare myself to other bloggers and detrmine myself less than them; they write often, if not daily and still have something to tell the next day. I am afraid to hear that I'm "boring" and "you talk too much," never you mind that I have experienced more things more than the majority could experience..and I'm not bragging. Who else could experience a intellectual disabled client that could drive you up a wall, yet state, "I love you" a few months later? Who could state their experience of being in a hospital with two broken legs, and you GOTTA go..but no nurse would come because you can't hear their question of what is needed. Who'd get to brag about walking so many labyrinths yet, even less walking a dog on one? Raise your hand if you have read the 'Divine Comedy' by Dante and got it?
I had promised myself that I would write more often in my blog in a previous post,and I'm saying that, I need to catch up. I just would like to know HOW one can write all that and not sound boring? That's my fear....
You know what? Screw it. I'm not here to entertain y'all. I'm here to write down what I had memorized, after all, who knows in ten years or twenty-five years later, I might look back and say, "damn, did I do that?" with a grin.
It may be that I find myself preferring to paint my labyrinths, or that I like to read paranormal romances, or to take off my sandals and walk around barefoot, than to write the blog- but you know what? That's okay. I'm human. I'm not perfect, and I never had claimed I am. It's fine that I can sleep and wake up twenty years later and realize I had missed moments, but does that mean I should look back and say "damn I missed those!"..nope...it means I look forward to time I have now, new experiences, and new friends.
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Fun,
Mental Health,
Moi
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I love your post today. It put a smile on my face to see how you have come to this realization.
You are right. You write this for yourself. Not for others. When I write in my blogs; I write FOR ME...not for anybody else, and I write for my love of writing.
<3 ya and hugs
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