(I picked a great day to cut back on my caffeine intake…Lucky for me, I have a sense of humor, and can laugh at all the little mistakes my deprived mind made. On to the good stuff.)
By now, I’m sure you’ve read my newest entry, the start of what I assume will be a long series covering a past experience. This, I think, was the entire reason I wanted to start blogging. To get my thoughts out there, rather than leave them burrowed deep within myself.
This will give an intimate view to those who know me of where I’ve been, enlighten those who don’t know what it’s like to survive an ordeal like that, and hopefully inspire a few people to move some of the mountains in their life.
I think I was waiting for the “right time” to start it, even though I had no clue when that time would come. It’s ironic, when you think about it. Waiting for the right time to share a story of how I learned the only time we really have is now.
Don’t you worry though, this isn’t going to be all cloudy skies and rainy days. I’ll be making sure every other entry is about what’s going on now and whatever else catches my fancy. I don’t want to start seeing the past with both eyes. Just one is enough.
To anyone who might be reading this, do not pity me for what I’m about to tell you. I’ve never wanted that. This is just my way of telling my tale, and honoring those who have fallen before me.