I haven't decided if I'm going to tell anyone I know personally that I'm going to begin writing on here again. It's been niggling at the back of my mind for quite a while but I keep using the excuse that I'm too busy. How do I find the time? Where on earth do I begin? Since moving here to Michigan 8 years ago I tried to keep up my original version of this blog for a few years but my posts became skimpier and farther apart. I realized I'd written myself into a corner and couldn't find my way out. I tried about a year ago to start up a new blog but honestly, this blog had been my home for such a long time that I felt displaced and couldn't seem to find a comfortable groove. I am no great shakes of a writer but when I do write I need to feel at home and that 'new' blog didn't have that feel at all. It felt like an extended-stay hotel suite. So... it just kind of dried up from lack of interest and lack of content. You see, my original blog was written for two main purposes. One, to deal with a lot of raw emotions and baggage from the death of my father. Two, as a legacy to my two grandsons. Their lives were chronicled on it from when I'd first heard of their conception. A journal of their early childhood, shall we say. I knew how fleeting time is by how fast my own two children grew up and the amount of things from their childhood I'd found I'd forgotten. I didn't want that to happen again, so I began writing it all out. I have since had it published privately and each grandson will receive his copy when they graduate from high school.
I basically started with no readership. No comments. No real direction. Just a deep need in my heart to write about how I felt in my heart. How much I loved my grandsons. And how I was able to put to rest a lot of unresolved issues with my Dad, that I was able to make peace with him before he died. It was very, very cathartic. And through this process somehow word got around and I began to get readers, many of whom became and still are very dear friends of mine. Before I started writing this this morning I went to look over my stats to see if anyone is still reading this at all. Very surprisingly...yes. People still stumble across it. Since I'm a techie dinosaur I really don't know how because it's been dead in the water for a long time. Needless to say, that gave me the kick in the pants I needed to pick myself up by the bootstraps and dive in again.
So, okay. With all that drivel out of the way, what do I plan to write about in my second chapter? I think I need to write about growing older. I am 65 years old now. I am receiving Social Security. My grandsons are both in the "double digits" now. My Dear Hubby is contemplating retirement. I seem to get hung up on what one early commenter wrote, saying, "Why do you think anyone wants to read about your boring and paltry life?" Well, I honestly don't know, truly. I just write what I feel, share the ups and downs. I'm a very fast typist so my fingers keep up pretty well with my thoughts and I'm capable of letting it flow out through my fingers just as it's 'speaking' in my mind. I dunno. It worked before and maybe now that I've come Home it will work again.
"A Shelter from the Storm"...I used that as my blog title originally because that's what writing has always been for me, an escape. A safe place to retreat to. I'm going to leave it at that. No changes there. The good Lord knows we face challenges every day, no matter how old we are or where we are in life. My Dear Hubby was reading something I wrote recently and he asked me, "Do you ever write on your blog anymore?" I told him no, that I'd shut it down. He said, "You need to start again." He seems to think I have talent and he said I shouldn't waste the gift God's given to me. I dunno...I feel funny claiming any 'talent'. I just write whatever comes into my head.
I don't know if there will be anyone stumbling across this new updated version. I don't know if anyone will want to read about my boring and paltry life again. But if you do drop in, please take the time to say hey so I know you're out there. I'd love to make another new friend.