September Six
Wow. There's something so freeing about writing an online diary with just day to day events.
And interesting to think that should this post outlive me, my children, grandchildren, and who knows who else? will be viewing this at some point when I am not around to explain exactly what I meant by that comment.
This site is just for fun, really.
I have others that I am working on, but they all started with different ideas about where they were going and what they were going to be designed for. Well, actually, this one did, too.
But then I decided to change it up and make it more personal. This site is not designed to help anyone or anything except relieve the pressure of all the words I have floating around in my head, wanting to get out.
And all of the need to be creative, to write down my thoughts, my ideas--even those that are just half-formed.
And believe me, there are plenty of those!
I've tried using a recorder app, but I can't even talk fast enough to get everything out of my head. Some thoughts die unsaid. Some ideas never get spoken. It's sad, really. But just to me.
And I could pretty this up, but why go to all the trouble.
You'll either still be here reading this, or you will have clicked out of the website, or on to another page. And that's okay. I don't mind at all. Because like I mentioned before, this site is for me and maybe, just maybe, my children and their children who wonder about this strange old woman that is somewhat of a mystery.
I am not a mystery, and I'm not mysterious.
But I do spend way too much time in my head, and not enough time explaining myself, sharing my opinions, and talking to others.
And I should.
Hopefully, one day in future, I will live again and there will be literally lifetimes to talk and laugh too much and too loud, and to really get to know every single person living on the face of the earth. That is my hope.
But that is the future I hope for, and this is the present. And right now, I spend too much of the present living in the past and dreaming about the future.
So this diary is my way of keeping my feet firmly on the ground and staying as much as possible in the here and now--in the present--before it becomes the past and while I can still remember how today felt.
Oh, and if you've read this far, I'm sure you have some comments or opinions about what I've written. You're welcome to leave those thoughts in written form.
Wow. There's something so freeing about writing an online diary with just day to day events.
And interesting to think that should this post outlive me, my children, grandchildren, and who knows who else? will be viewing this at some point when I am not around to explain exactly what I meant by that comment.
This site is just for fun, really.
I have others that I am working on, but they all started with different ideas about where they were going and what they were going to be designed for. Well, actually, this one did, too.
But then I decided to change it up and make it more personal. This site is not designed to help anyone or anything except relieve the pressure of all the words I have floating around in my head, wanting to get out.
And all of the need to be creative, to write down my thoughts, my ideas--even those that are just half-formed.
And believe me, there are plenty of those!
I've tried using a recorder app, but I can't even talk fast enough to get everything out of my head. Some thoughts die unsaid. Some ideas never get spoken. It's sad, really. But just to me.
And I could pretty this up, but why go to all the trouble.
You'll either still be here reading this, or you will have clicked out of the website, or on to another page. And that's okay. I don't mind at all. Because like I mentioned before, this site is for me and maybe, just maybe, my children and their children who wonder about this strange old woman that is somewhat of a mystery.
I am not a mystery, and I'm not mysterious.
But I do spend way too much time in my head, and not enough time explaining myself, sharing my opinions, and talking to others.
And I should.
Hopefully, one day in future, I will live again and there will be literally lifetimes to talk and laugh too much and too loud, and to really get to know every single person living on the face of the earth. That is my hope.
But that is the future I hope for, and this is the present. And right now, I spend too much of the present living in the past and dreaming about the future.
So this diary is my way of keeping my feet firmly on the ground and staying as much as possible in the here and now--in the present--before it becomes the past and while I can still remember how today felt.
Oh, and if you've read this far, I'm sure you have some comments or opinions about what I've written. You're welcome to leave those thoughts in written form.
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