I don’t want to make any changes in the world with my blog and pretty sure it’s not even possible.
I blog for selfish reasons. An outlet. I feel better when I write. Especially now that I’m used to it, I seem to wake up in the morning with this little feeling in my chest like a knot, and typing on this keyboard seems to unravel it. I only wish it didn’t take me forty plus years to figure that out. I held back because it seemed too scary to start.
Writing in this blog is not the type of writing I thought I’d do or started out doing. I like telling other people’s stories, but local stories to a local audience on this platform makes no sense.
So I answer these prompts and talk about myself. It’s self-serving. I’m just thankful a handful of people actually read my posts. I guess we all feel that way, grateful for readers, grateful for each other.

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