Today is August 4th, 2021
Today, I realized in hindsight, that I have missed the ball. 3,000 posts ago, I should have printed out my first posting. It sure would have been an interesting read. Since that first post, how the words have tumbled out of me. It may have been as many as eight years ago.
When Kevin first suggested a blog, I don’t think I knew what that was. After Kevin had set it up, I was totally out of my element. Taking photos with my camera was one thing. Creating folders, resizing them, labeling them, placing them in various galleries, were all parts necessary to download for viewing as a part of the blog. There were emails sent asking for clarification more times than once. This old gal had serious doubts.
I have taken breaks in posting from time to time while recovering from surgeries and life events. So . . . why do I continue. It is basically a diary. Do I need to know if it is read by others? Not really. There was an option of receiving comments and feedback. It didn’t take long I asked Kevin to remove that option. How less than desirable people even found it by happen stance was unbelievable.
Putting down thoughts and feelings each day is healing. I can let go of that which I have no control of. Reading what I have put down the day after, allows me to puzzle through and find solutions in my thoughts, my words and my deeds that are so close but elude me. Hard to explain but it works for me.
My mind is quick and Dennis’ is not. Mine is like a rapid firing AK-47 gun. Dennis’ is like a cork gun. When I need to explain something to him, I hope for a quick response, it’s not forth coming. The blog is akin to me talking to myself and getting a solid answer.
What I enter each day is only sharing who I am and what I am . . . a hermit enjoying a very satisfying life with few bells and whistles. See ya next time.