Until a couple of weeks ago, I had never heard of WordPress, and now it has become another of my compusions. But why is there this tug to read others stories?
Some one shared that we read to know we’re not alone, as quoted from “Dead Poets Society.” I find surprising consolation knowing that I’m in great company; with some, in experience and burden, in others in the vision quest. I do enjoy the “sharing.”
I make more mistakes than anyone I know, but have recently learned that life’s much too short to make all of them. So it’s good to learn from others’.
Although I’m new to writing my thoughts for the world (or even myself) to see, I started down this road because I simply wanted to learn some way to share about my upcoming Camino. I’m a bit compulsive perhaps, but I woke this morning to find that I’ve started six blogs. Not sure where any of this leads, but I’m sure I’ll look back to see another of life’s metaphors.
Camino is Spanish for Journey, and this is mine. I’ve never blogged before, or journaled either for that matter, so this should be interesting. For me anyway. I can’t imagine too many will find this drivel of much interest, but I think it will be cathartic, so here goes.
Not that my life has ever been boring,; in fact, far from it. I remember once wondering what people meant when they said they were bored. What does that even mean? Ha, I do wish I could sit on the front porch in a rocking chair with a glass of iced tea (or a beer) and have absolutely nothing else to do. But perhaps, in a metaphorical sense, dancing on this keyboard with three fingers amounts to much the same.
Lots more to come. Massive volumes. But I’ve promised myself that I won’t become obsessed with this, but only write a few lines each day.
If anyone reads this, feel free to let me know how to blog better. I really have no idea what I’m doing, until five minutes ago I didn’t even know what a widget or a tag was. Ha still not really sure.