I'm a liar.

I have thought of blogging many time since my"starter dot" smh

1.) I thought if I couldn't get my college assignments done. Although I ended withdrawing from my course work by withdrawing more than half way through.

2.) I just didn't take a minute or to to sit and reflect. I can always thing of something else to do.
Okay so, go now with my next start spot. Another dot of writing on Blogger after saying so long ago that I wanted to. I still want to start blogging so the title to this one is ironic.  So there isn't an example to list of me lying. Not following through is something I should look into and then concentrate on or, I could delete posts after a while.  I believe that blogs should be mainly on a topic and so I'm ended this. I'm sure all my avid readers are not going to be disappointed.

I COULD HAVE BEEN BLOGGING....

I could have been blogging instead of having a photo-selfie-shoot with my nephew's glasses

Blogging blogs

Life is a series of events. Life is a dotted timeline in a straight line from birth to passing. In this dash between life and death our memories attach to their favorites. The most memorable times are something we usually talk about more. Times that have enhanced or changed our life are what matters to us the most.

 I believe I will find clarity and stress relief from digging into my memory to reflect and process it into written words. I've decided to blog. I have several topics on my mind, but I feel that would be diminishing to this blog. Topics on my i.e. list are The Chronicles of My Chronic Pain, The Insanity Experience, Global Warming, and Hot Topics on My Mind (topics to be decided later).

Tonight is my blogger dot. I know I have a couple poems I wrote up but that's not a blog. I can make them one but I am leaving it that way for now. I don’t want to take it down because it is part of my blogger movement. My I.E. list is going to come along but isn’t necessarily going in that order. I feel starting current is best.

It's not like things don't exist when we don't talk about them, but I feel it takes away from the experience. There is just so much unsaid sometimes it feels like it would be such an effort to start into the story only to find yourself side tracked about something suddenly remembered and then the next thing you know you’re telling a story that confuses and bores your friends. (Hypothetically)

The Beginning.