I didn't write yesterday or the day before. Doubts, insecurities, lack of direction, all of the above. I don't know. If I wrote my words on the pages of some little notebook, secreted away at the bottom of my underwear drawer, it would be so much easier to prattle away about anything, everything and nothing. But since I've invited people to come visit this site, even went so far as to ask for feed back, I feel compelled to write something with meaning, insightful or even antagonistic to help insure folks would be glad they took the time to read my thoughts.

The last couple of days there didn't seem to be any meaningful, insightful or even antagonistic words at my disposal to share. I started two different blogs and discarded them, realizing even as I wrote, I attempting to force something that just wasn't there.

I'm thinking there's a lesson all jumbled up here in ego and expectations. That lesson might be, for me anyway, to calm down. Wait on the words or the moment or the inspiration. Notable, at least to me, is I'm making my peace with "waiting" on this stupid computer (a true lesson in patience)! The "'u" key sticks, the "i" key doesn't respond half the time and I lose the connection to the Internet almost every time I want to check spelling or look at some previous post. Drats!!!!!!!!!!!

Writing "The Great American Novel" may not in the stars for me, but maybe, just maybe, staying connected to you all and recording the humor and humanity we encounter on our respective journeys is just as meaningful!! I'm game if you are.....

talk to ya soon,
my