Writing is an interesting diversion for me. It comes in waves. I can go months without the need to write anything down. My desire to communicate in this manner is directly connected with my moods, emotions, and level of interest.
There is no doubt that at the lowest points in my life, my writing is at it's highest. I used to keep hand-written journals. Technology has given me this medium.
The journals of old have never been read by anyone but me. Thank God.
With this "blog" I tend to edit myself a bit. When I know others will read, I tend to be more critical of my words.
My life has had a lot of ups & downs. As a teenager I developed a plan.
1. Meet the "one".
2. Marry him.
3. Have 3 children.
4. Get elected president of the PTA.
5. Raise responsible people who will make a mark on this world.
6. Die happy & content with grandchildren at my side.
Well. If this was supposed to be a road map to success... I have failed miserably.
And yet, I don't feel like a failure.
I didn't meet the "one" until I was in my late 40's long after it was determined by great medical minds that I would never give birth to a child.
And once the hope of having a child fades, so do the other dreams that go along with it.
Thankfully, it was all replaced with a sense of adventure that has only grown stronger with each year. And a man who complimented me so perfectly.
By the time I met Eddie my "to do" list consisted of: go everywhere, try everything & do not complain.
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__________I am still not complaining. But I haven't been everywhere or tried everything yet.
I better get busy.
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