When I was a young girl I couldn’t wait to grow up and get
on with my life. I’m not quite sure what happened but one day
I woke up and I was in my 60’s and I had lived many different lives all rolled
into one. I went from the hippie years
in Memphis and San Francisco to getting married and being a young mother, to
getting a divorce and eventually to getting married again. Life doesn’t necessarily go like an
idealistic teenager thinks it will because well, life happens.
So why at the age of 67 should I decide to start a
blog? When I retired a few years ago I
started to follow some blogs and I discovered something very special in the
people I met. I enjoyed the blogs and I
made many friends. I wanted to jump
right in and start a blog of my own but honestly, I was afraid. There is nothing exciting to write about in
my life. Who would want to read anything
I wrote? Still, I could not get the
thought out of my head so finally for the new year I am going to give it a
try. What’s the worst that can
happen? Well, I could embarrass myself
in any number of ways (!) or I could just plain fail. I will probably be the only person reading
this but if anyone else attempts it – please bear with me – I’m still learning! I may start out posting just once a week as I
learn the ropes. I have the most
admiration for the many bloggers that post daily but I simply do not have that
much to write about at the moment. If
you’ve made it this far – Thank You! and if you are blogger – Thank you for
your inspiration!
