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!