I LOVE my life. That makes me very fortunate. And I love to write. I love to write almost as much as I enjoy reading. It’s not that I think I have a lot to say, it’s just that writing substantiates that a person lived here on earth; it shouts that you exist.
I haven’t been good at journaling, although I’ve made numerous attempts. For a long time, I couldn’t figure out why a person who likes to write wouldn’t keep a diary. Recently, I realized that as an audience, I bore myself. I’m egocentric enough to want an expanded readership, and I also think I write more interesting entries if I believe someone is looking over my shoulder at the page/screen before me.
Because I am a “heart on my sleeve” kind of person, I like to chat in person and online. So if you stop by, I hope you will look over my shoulder and enjoy what you read enough to make a comment or click the “like” button.
Thanks for dropping in. rbs