I started this because of the latest lesson. I’m supposed to write a description of myself.
I’m 5″10′. My hair is white and eyes are green. I hate liver and feel I could barf if I even smell it. (Looks and feels too much like a giant blood clot.) I am 62 years old as of June 26 and am finally learning to like me.
If you had asked me last year, or even last month why I wanted to write a blog, I probably would have said, “It’s seems like fun.”
Now I look at the blog as a way to connect with people. I enjoyed writing my thoughts, even when no one saw it.
I enjoyed writing books about my children’s and grandchildren’s antics. (And there are many) Wait…I could probably throw some in there about my husband, John, also.
In reality, this was a way to let people know I am serious about writing. I am passionate about my family. I adore my mother. I think my grandchildren are the most amazing people I’ve ever met.
I abhor feigned stupidity. People who hate just because it or he/she is different and have no reason other than they want to be like somebody and don’t have enough brain matter to think for themselves, so listen only to what ‘they’ say, just plain pisses me off.
I believe there is a reason for everything, even if you can’t see it at times. And I’ve had more than my share of those. Maybe in later posts, I’ll tell you a few.
I want to tell the world I had the courage to write about my past and put it where anyone can get it to read.
I now just want to let everyone know, I HAVE A VOICE!
I think I’ll enjoy this blogging.