but the perfectionist that ever lurks below the surface reared it’s ugly head.
Pushing through I decided that a feeble attempt at blogging probably would not be fatal to myself or anyone else. Even if it wasn’t perfect.
What was the worst that could happen, after all?
Deciding not to dwell on the negative I hit publish and out it went into that frustrating, mysterious, crazy thing we call cyberspace.
I had hoped friends might stop by for a visit.
I paid the hooligans and MOMD to read it. (This, of course, is pure bull. They read it to make sure I’m not making up stuff about them…or worse yet, telling the truth-wink wink)
The first year I posted almost every day. It stretched me. I loved it.
This last year has been different. Gainful employment is once again a part of my schedule.
Have you noticed that work (of any kind) takes time? As a result of working and a few other things I have not been able to post every day. Even though I miss it I know that I am doing what I am suppose to be doing at this juncture.
Thank you for the continued support and kind comments! The times when you have shared a post on Facebook touch me. Those of you that have signed up and receive my blog by email are a source of encouragement that you may not be able to comprehend.
All of this to say that I am going for three. A few changes are swirling around in my brain and will show up at some point.
In the meantime we’ll go along in this seemingly ordinary life doing seemingly ordinary things with other seemingly ordinary people.
We realize, of course, that none of it is ordinary and that we make the choice to be grateful.
Thank you for reading. Here’s to three!