I had another blog not too long ago.
I deleted it.
I actually don't regret deleting it, but sometimes wonder if it would be fun to go back and reminisce.
Hmmm..... actually, I think not :)
Either way, it's too late now and probably for the best. I'm completely in agreement with myself on why I deleted the damn thing. I could blame my blog's demise on an over pouring of honesty. But, I have no fear of honesty or emotion. In fact, it's quite the opposite.
My old blog became a place where I lingered too often on hurtful things, and every time I logged in was forced to re-live my anguish and woes. Each post was for me and me alone, regardless if others stumbled upon it. The ventilation of the brain felt good, but in the end was not as therapeutic as I had anticipated.
After months of writing furiously in a notebook, I am for some reason drawn back to the online blog. I'm still wearing my heart on my sleeve, but arrive with a more broadened outlook. Sometimes life is quite nice, and sometimes it just plain sucks.
I was standing in line yesterday waiting on a club sandwich on wheat accompanied by a jumbo pickle *yummy* And on the wall was a quote:
"Life isn't always sunny. Sometimes you're the pigeon, and sometimes you're the statue."
Amen!
