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 |  An attempt at creating a daily blog. |
| I'm hoping I can turn this into a daily repository of random and not so random musings of my daily activities. Perhaps it will gel into a common thread that I may be able to work towards creating something interesting. |
| This was from an assignment in my writing class. Part 1 is how you would view being in an ideal world to write. Part 2 is making excuses of why I can never become a writer. I've identified the problem in that last statement and i refuse to be self defeating so let's see what I can do to change from never a writer to actually being one. Pt1 In an ideal world, I am a writer. It would mean I am finally at peace with myself and have resolved any issues. I would have accomplished all that I had ever wanted and I would be comfortable with the knowledge and wisdom I had gained over the years. All the important questions had been answered and I could sit back in my chair, my hand laying on the head of my golden retriever, always at my side. My coffee cup would never need refilled nor would it ever get cold. Life would be good. Pt2 My mind is a jumbled mess. I don't think it will ever become simple and if I actually felt at peace with myself, I'd think I had died. There is too much I want to do, I want to learn. And as the world continues to evolve, there is so much more to do and learn. Perhaps if I can ever turn off the inquisitive part of my mind. The reality is, I'm not convinced it can be done but I hope that perhaps writing can settle me down as I put word to paper (actually, keys to screen). |
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It is nice to see someone here with similar background interests. I too like to ride my adult tricycle, spent time on Guam Island in 1968, and held a ham radio license. I was known as The Stork because I was an RN in surgery in charge of the OB/GYN Department. Hubby was known as The Bodyman{/] because he repaired and painted car bodies, and my son was known as 10 Speed. What better way to describe a teenage boy. 