I am thinking... something I do too much of I am told. I want to do this right. There's a good chance no one will read this, but I must do it right. Maybe I should just do it. Writing has always been a wonderful outlet for me. I wrote a diary every night for five years as a young girl (I threw them away, unfortunately). I haven't written in several years, after doing some writing while raising my children, during a divorce and during reconstruction. I find myself in a transitional time, or what feels like one, at 51 years old. I feel unrest and the best way to deal with it - for me - is to write. My thumb hurts when I write long hand, which I prefer, and I must save my handwriting for work (teaching). I sure wish I had stayed after during high school to learn to type, but it was hard enough to stay all day. I guess this is a good format to collect my thoughts. And if I touch a nerve with someone that would be OK, too.
Enough for now - a start. I have to look at the keys, so my neck gets tired! God, am I getting old or what!?
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