Why Blog?

Blog, what's a blog? As the youngest member of the Baby Boomer Collection I've been writing since I was a very young girl. Doodling, poetry, journaling. The pen became my only friend from an early age, but unless someone stole your diary, seldom was anything shared. That would make you so vulnerable to the judgement and criticism of everyone you feared, well, yes, everyone.

Then 1964 turned into 2024. What just happened, I'm how old? 2054 hardly seems that far off until I realize I'll be... what?? 90???? So let me put this in perspective for you who may be younger, that means that 2/3 of my life is behind me and 1/3 is ahead. Or let's put it another way, on second thought, that's sobering enough. I was about to say that there's only half as much ahead of me as there is in my past. Le Sigh.

That's when I realized that there is no beauty in holding our journey in secrecy. How I wish I could plug into a quick read that was raw, unabridged, an uncensored life of someone like me. Am I alone in the perspective I've gained from a very unique journey? Would it be a comfort to find that there are others that have wondered too if they're alone in all the 'feels' of a life almost over?

Are there people that will relate to my rants, expressions, frustrations and failings? I guess I've found caring has plateaued. I can't care any more and I can't care any less. So I've decided to reach deep into my creative spirit and share my musings. To me a blog is turning yourself inside out for the world to see. It was time. Maybe it will turn up a kindred spirit or two, talk someone off a ledge, bring out the haters because we all know they'd like to take a shot at us and they just don't have a forum. I'll give them one. I'd rather know what it is they really think than wonder. I just don't feel so vulnerable with only 1/3 of my life to live. I feel empowered. I am empowering you to follow, join and comment.

Warning, the grammar will not always be correct. I'm not a PHD, not even a college graduate. Life happens to the masses just as well.

Where would you start? I'm finishing my 16th year of being divorced. I've been in situationships 11 out of those 16 years. I am not a failure at love. I am a failure at seeing the shallow nature of those I partnered with. I was naïve to the agenda's that exist. I ignored the red flags, brushed conversations overheard under the rug of denial. I took on heavy artillery of bystanders that judged why I was dating someone, or why it crashed and burned. It's cathartic to put it into words, build the story then burn it down.

So here goes- just hit 'publish', I pinch my nostrils shut and jump....