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The End and The Beginning

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 Ok Last post was on 1/10/2023. Interesting how I don't really use this often.  I was looking for my writing journal, to express and write out the past few days events.   I couldn't find it, but didn't look too hard as it is 6 am and I am enjoying the quiet of the morning. I tried to do  the documenting  of the past few days in my Self Authoring Journal but that was more focused on other things and not my need of documenting the past few days events.  The Self Authoring journal was a Christmas gift.  I started it this past week.  It has various sections asking a person to reflect on themselves in regards to their past ,present & future.  I wrote about a past event.  An event that I experienced early in my life.  A violating experience of a house robbery.   Then a few days later as my sister was checking my mom's mail, she came across my parents house ransacked and broken into.   I find that to be a very odd coincidence. Was it a premonition, a predication?  Was this

NEW YEAR NEW YOU?

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 Whoa, funny reading these old posts.   Doesn't seem as though much has changed .  2023 , found a journal that I've had for 20 years.  OH MY!! Funny how I haven't filled it yet.  I daydream about journaling , LOL.  Just like blogging I guess.  My thoughts on paper for who?  Myself?  I reread them every often.   Blogging?!?!  Why put my thoughts out there?  I guess because I know no one is really listening or paying attention.  Not anymore that is. I wonder...... that is the name of my blog and I am always wondering, many things. I guess I spend lots of time in my head.  For better or worse.  I do wonder, does anyone think of me?  Does anyone wonder about me that way I wonder about others.   And does it even matter? No nothing really matters.  The beauty of life itself is.........so many things.  Just wanting to escape the boxes.  The box I live in, the box I work in, the box I sleep in, the box I move in , the box I put myself in. All the boxes.

Years gone by?

Wow! 2022 here were are! Many years have gone by since my last post and many things have changed in the world! I’m a grandmother to a beautiful baby boy. It’s all more as it only been a week. It’s a new chapter. A new chapter in my book of life. Survived the covid years , hoping and praying the oligarchs don’t spring more power and contrail tactics on us. Always praying and hoping that the truth will set us all free. Almost empty nest time and as I struggle with it I’ve also come into myself , leading to enjoy myself my alone time! Still questioning everything. Am I the only one who questions it all? So funny to see how people blogged and we followed and read, now it has been made easier as people use podcasts to do the same things as blogging . Gives easier access and very convenient as you can listen while doing other things. I listen all the time but adorn always retain a I’m usually multitasking so is one better then other ? Blogs or Poscasts? Random thought for the day! Have a gre

Where am I......?

Where am I is the question ? And it can be answered in so many different ways. Right now , sitting here typing the answer in the comfort of my living room. Is that what I’m really asking? Is that the context of my question? Where am I? Where am I in life ? Middle aged? Half way to 90 :>o Where am I in regards to my career? Where I want to be? Where I thought I’d be? Where am I in my marriage , with my family? Where am I with my health? Where am I with my finances? Does it really matter? What really matters? Where am I? Where are you?

Time flies

Wow!! 4 years and no writing. Where does time go, a question asked by many especially as we age. Still searching.......for what who knows. Maybe just some intellectual stimulation . Trying to keep it light in a world full of darkness. Any suggestions?!?

Hello/Good-Bye

Hello how are you? One last conversation One last reading One last listening session One last song One last night of intellectual stimulation One last drink One last dance One last sound of your voice One last hope One last smile One last call One last Good-Bye

Searching for....... WHAT?

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Many days I wish I were more simple. Simple in thought, satisfied with the very simple things in life. Don't get me wrong I appreciate and relish all simple things. Love flowers in the garden, monarchs floating around, the sky at dusk and twilight, the laughter of children, warm rain on my body... I could go on and on.  Yet theses things do not satisfy me, I am craving more and more of what I do not know? I become tired of being ordinary and living ordinary so much so that the thought of the things I think of doing cause me to shudder.  But alas my moral compass stops me dead in my tracks before I do these things.  Would I be happier if I did them? I fear I would not,it's that nothing satisfies mode, SAUDADE!!! Do others feel this way? How is it that they do not express it?  They all seem happy living in the ordinary, making beds, washing toilets, driving their children around, how are they so satisfied with this? I am truly blessed and not complaining about my lovely charm