First Blog

Yesterday was one of those surreal days that I think I just floated through. I had my little pity party and now I am over myself. Sleep has been eluding me for some time and after yesterday decided that I have my most lucid moments in those dark hours of the night. So today I am going to ask Teri, my friend and co-worker, how to start blogging. Not that I will have anything amazing or wondrous to say, but think it will help me to pursue some things that I have been putting off.

About me…

I am my mother’s daughter in that I start many projects and get bored or frustrated and just leave them set aside. That is an aspect of my life I want to change, I want to learn to pick just those things that really move or motivate me and just do them from start to finish. I take on too many things and set myself up for …so many things.

I am my father’s daughter in that I am not very forgiving at times, with myself or others. I make no excuses for this part of my personality; I think it has helped me survive for many years. Basically it is a “Boot Strap” mentality. I try to do my best and just expect others to do so too.

I am me. What is that? Definitely a work in progress, even at fifty years old, and I guess that part of this process of putting words down in cyberspace will express who I am. For today, I am a living, breathing woman just trying to make the best of the next fifty years.