Hello out there in Blog-OhNo-sphere,
One more blogger, one more clacker in the big keys of cyberspace trying to reach an audience, but I cannot help myself. I'm an addict to writing, telling on myself, learning, searching, growing, sharing, and… 'I'm Back'.
I love this idea of blogging, sharing, breaking into thought with maybe a glimmer of truth that might help others to chuckle at me or laugh at themselves.
Hopefully, in hearing others' "truths" it makes us take the time to think. Or do we just skim the surface? Too much information, too much to read, and time constraints on all of us, demands that the words that I type into this blog mean that much more.
This isn't a place for me to 'preach' at anyone. This blog is for me to think, share, give, and confess. Comment if you would like more or less of something. But what you'll find is a person deeply grateful for life's hard knocks and actually happy because of them.
When did I fall prey to this writing addiction? It has to be in childhood somewhere between all the moves and the lack of verbal liberty. You would think that being a natural born citizen to the United States of America that I would have been able to say anything that I would desire. But even in private homes in America reign tyranny. It is called parenthood.
I’m not here to bash the institution of parenthood, I am a parent plus. What I am sharing is a writer can be created from outside squelching pressures that they have no control over; as well as, inside pressures that create a teapot effect. Some call it bipolar. I call it defensive mechanism. I’m not a doctor, nor a psychologist, but the cheapest way to cure this problem may simply to become a Writer. Who knows? I might be right (write).
So, as I clack away on my laptop, I might be curing the common bipolar symptoms of the everyday-overly-talkative-female who holds up the Wal-Mart checkout lanes. I may be doing many a service writing away in my nightgown on my couch.
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