On March 3, 2013, at 7:04 am in the morning, I created my blog.
At first it was just a fun adventure, a place to store my writings, share my feelings, and journal about my experiences and thoughts.
I loved learning. What a wonderful adventure Blogger opened for me. I would learn to publish, create, work with photos, type and graphics, add buttons and experiment with layout and design, my one and only consecutive hobby. I learned about Picmonkey and Pizap from Sandra, I learned about sharing and being unafraid from Linda, I traveled with Debbie, and felt courage and endurance from Scribbler. The journey was fun, relaxing and exhilarating.
I didn't care who I was in blogland,
I was just me, a learning chameleon,
growing from each new friend.
Then came the doubts... I must do better. My blog must be more. I needed to choose my place in blogland and meet others expectations, follow regularly, comment regularly, my photos had to be perfect, thinking that my blog posts had to be planned and executed to the precision of a magazine article worthy of a mass media production.
It became a job.
I lost my way.
I lost my
Then, the everyday outside world demanded more and more of my time. Oh it was to be a temporary life situation, but the next 12 months are looking the same as the last twelve. I watched as my health deteriorated. Perhaps, I thought, my situation may not change, but my time was still mine to own, to make it what I want it to be. This included my blog.
So if you follow my blog, or follow me, or just happen by you will see some changes happening. Not sure what they will be, or where this will take me, or where I will end up. A brand new adventure is about to begin with no rules, no expectations, or even a destination.
My first blog post on March 3, 2013 at 7:04am:
Today is my beginning, my new journal to myself. I will borrow, beg, plead, appreciate and post items that make me happy, lift me up and keep me moving in a positive direction. I will include MUSIC, ART, PHOTOGRAPHY, QUOTES, RECIPES and anything else that makes me smile each day. I will address subjects that are laying heavy on my mind, my dreams, my hopes, and my losses.
Dear self, this is a new beginning in my journal writing. I have written journal entries in the past. They are scattered about, in many different places. They are unorganized,and not easy to find. Some are positive, some are negative and some don't make any sense.