I’ve been reluctant to continue this blog, as you can tell by my recent lack of entries. I think it started when someone told me the no one reads what I write and that I should never ask people if they read this or my newsletter articles because if those folks say yes, they are lying. I tried not to care, because I know
a few people were reading. Still, I began doubting myself—what did I have to say that was worthwhile? I started to worry about being preachy or misrepresenting myself. Additionally, I’ve had a general feeling of being overwhelmed by stuff and bogged down by the enormity of my own pain. I guess enormity might be overstating, but that’s what it feels like at times. Sometimes the pain isn’t any greater than my normal load of pain; other times it’s an additional emotional pain that adds to the physical. I just don’t know why, but there it is. Poets would call it angst; swimmers would call it a near-drowning. Whatever it is, or was, I think it’s passed.
And this blog will continue. I will not switch to another ‘new beginning’ and let this shrivel up and die. No, I will not. I will do this for me.