Firsts are special
That’s what I was taught: firsts are special. Of course, to some it might not be so. I’m not sure it’s accurate even for me all the time. I think the main thing is that I try to make “firsts” special. This is my very first blog entry! Welcome. Thank you for sharing it with me.
Not a stranger to journaling (which used to be called writing in a diary,) yet I do this with some trepidation as often I ponder uncharacteristically of the average person. I don’t wish to regret this decision to ultimately unveil my processes. Please tread lightly; I’m a sensitive soul.
I’m choosing to make this special, this new part of my journey. Certainly I’ve expounded upon my thoughts to others before, but not so world-wide. I have things to say; these thoughts creating spurts of synapse arcing within my mind. They won’t always be profound. I won’t always state things pithily. I don’t postulate for argument, though an honest, calm debate can often enthrall me. I must warn you though, you won’t always fully comprehend my thinking. Maybe I won’t either. It might be at those times I am not determining anything. It might be at those times I am only thinking aloud, and that’s allowed. ;)