Life has turned on its head in so many wonderous ways. When I look back through the years of journal entries during the hectic years of truly happy times, I wrote less. I was tired. The past seven days have been full of transitions including my own little jump into the age of sexagenarian. I forgive myself for taking less time to sit with my thoughts and write if it feels forced and squeezed in to my day.
Perhaps even just saying that I am gong to post fewer but more thoughtful and better crafted episodes, will spur me on to continue…
My question is why publish something you’re are not inherently in love with, for the sake of filling a quota?
After 42 months with very few misses, I think I’m going to spend more time participating in the joyousness of having five new beings in my life. It may cause me to miss a day or two here. Thank you to all who slog through my addled thoughts. I value you far too much to squander your time on less than the best I can give.
Alice and Chuck taking a break.