Sometimes, OK lots of times, I get incredibly scared and uncomfortable that I’ve put myself out there on the Internet. I’ve been writing my story for many years, but just for me. I hadn’t shared it with anyone. Well, sometimes I would read parts to Wally, but it really was just for me. I enjoyed looking back at the nonsense I sometimes wrote. I smiled when I reflected on what would make me write about this or that. But, mostly I really liked the perspective it provided me on how I really felt about this life of mine.
When I look back at my Blog, many times I think “why in the world did I put that up there”. But, there you have it…the good, the bad and the ugly. I’ve thought about removing some of the posts, especially my “art”, but no, I don’t. I don’t because it’s who I am and maybe when I’m 80 or 90 years old I will actually be able to paint, and these beginnings will bring a smile to my lips too.
Everyone has a story. I used to think my life was so “boring” and that I didn’t have a story to tell. I love my fairly predictable life. No drama! I had enough of that when I was in my early 20s – thank you very much! I used to look at my life as uninteresting . Uneventful. When I started sharing snippits with myself many years ago, and then eventually here on my blog last year, I loved the story of my life.
I love that Wally kisses me on the cheek every morning at 6am, and I say “have a good day” and we both say “I love you” EVERY DAY that he is home (OK, once or twice it was missed and I was not a happy camper). I love the random photos I take for no apparent reason. I love the fact that I could sleep in everyday, but for some reason I feel the need to wake up when Wally does. Basically, I love the story of my life because it IS my life.
The last couple of weeks there have been more and more people visiting and reading my story. That scares the crap out of me. It also gave me a writer's block. I had nothing interesting to talk about anymore. It happens. Sometimes I have so much to share I don’t know where to start. Other times I “got noth'n”. So, if you care to join me in the adventure, be patient. Sometimes what I have to say is more interesting than others. Hopefully, soon, I’ll be in the groove and be productive and can bring a smile or two along the way.
Everyone has a story…from the check out girl at the market to the little old man you see walk by your door every day. Ask them about their story. You may be pleasantly surprised at how interesting it really is.
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