That's my story and I'm sticking to it

 

 

despite my best intentions,

I have let blogging fall by the wayside again, for the past few weeks

 

the reasons are identifyable

understandable

and not entirly unforgiveable

 

and after all, it is my blog

and ultimately, though I love to share with others's blogs

and truly appreciate and look forward to comments

I am doing this for me

we are all doing this for us I suspect

 

do you ever write a post that you especially like

and don't really want to cover up with a new one?

that's how I feel about my last one

I have read it over and over to myself

and love the pics of my boy when he was small

 

so that was my original reason for not updating

 

but, blogging is like a good friend who is a long ways away

it takes time, energy and true willingness to keep the friendship up

and so, I am writing again, rambling again

to keep it up

 

I printed a book of my first few years of blogging

and it is a journal of sorts

my thoughts, feelings, remembrances and experiences

together with images I felt appropriate

and shared and commented upon by others

 

It's a legacy

my children may read it someday

and laugh or cry over the parts of inner me,

things they didn't know about

 

so, am I blogging for me or for them?

I guess both

then I think, that's kind of, what's the word I'm looking for,

egotisctical in a way

 

to think that my kids would be interested in those parts of me

to think that anyone would be interested in inconspicuous little me

100 years from now, nobody alive now will remember who I was

I may hang on an ancestorial wall

part of a family tree

 

And I may even look down from above

and say....that was me.