I’ve been struggling with starting a new blog for awhile now.
See, way back before life dumped a crap load on me, I blogged regularly. I was clever, had quirky themes for different days of the week, and was generally cheery. To be honest, I was in a pretty carefree point in my world. And then life happened and I had to grow up a bit. Even harder? I had to watch the man I love grow up a LOT.
All that stress and responsibility made it hard to go back to the frivolous writing. Not to say that I didn’t put my heart and soul into that blog because I did. But going from one serious post a month to intense shit every day wasn’t an adjustment I could expect from my readers. They enjoyed the happy-go-lucky me. Hell, I enjoyed the happy-go-lucky me and there have been a number of days that I’ve prayed fervently that I could back to those days. But that wasn’t, and isn’t, me any longer. I can still be snarky and quirky. Just, now there’s a bit more intensity behind it. When each keystroke uses joints that ache and energy that is quickly spent, you learn to make them meaningful.
Earlier this year, I attempted to start a new blog. Some of you may have read it and so you’ll know that I faded quickly. I had made that blog into a diary and at that time, I was still angry and hurting. Even I got tired of the content after a bit. And it was about ME.
So this is my third and (hopefully) final try. I can’t promise there won’t be some griping here. It happens. But my hope is that there will be more of the quirkiness. And? If I am going to gripe, I want to do it in a way that it may help someone else like me. Because then all my pain, all the mess, it serves a purpose. And I can go on in life knowing that everything happens for a reason.
With all that being said, I guess all that’s left is:
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