Writings of G. B. Williams

Puzzled, AGAIN

Each day, I learn something new about me.  Today, I honestly learned that I do not adjust well to change.  Even the smallest change from my routine of writing throws me for a loop.  When my blog would not allow me to write anything else in it, I did not write for ten (10) days.  Not because I did not have anything to write about, but because it required me to do something different or over again that I had already done.  For whatever reason, I saw "my" blog as a place that I could always write.  Open up the page, and just get started.  Not after you reach 100 entries.  That's was a bust.

Well, I also learned that I could not or did not create another blog with this.  Instead, I have a journal/blog thinking that it would be the same.  No such luck.  So, now, here I am speaking out about my resistance to change.  Not that it is bad, because it will allow 1450 entries (YEP, I read this one), and that should take me a few days to fill it up.  It also does not seem to require me to write in it every single day, at least it does not appear to do that.  My blog that I got so used to, keeps asking me to update my blog.  Now I have to figure out how to stop getting that message in my email every day.

Maybe tomorrow I will re-start my writing of something a little more serious.  Want to write about "Not my circus.  Not my monkeys."
I also want to write about the loneliness of seniors.