I've got those feelings in the pit of my stomach. You know the ones, when you're about to go up to bat or your speaking part in the play is coming up or your solo in the chorus. Yikes, haven't felt like this is awhile. This may sound totally corny, but here goes, I was asked to share this site more publicly so I did. That's it. Welcome Facebook peeps.
I'm feeling pretty good about it, really, why not. I needed to finally take my own damn advice and be fearless. I expect people will love it or not... that's safe! The most interesting part of this journey so far has been a rude awakening regarding my own memory, or lack thereof. In AA we say we have a "built in forgetter" that's for sure! On the Look Back page as I post entries from my handwritten journals dating back to 1979 I'm always amazed! The experiences I had, the epiphanies, the breakthroughs... that I completely forgot about. Shit! One of the goals of this post is to "keep it green."
Bye for now. And you can thank Anne Frank!
Born & raised by a workaholic - still recovering!
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!