It’s been attributed to James Michener that he claimed he was not a great writer, but an excellent rewriter. So it will be with this blog, as I am neither a good blogger, photographer, artist or writer, so expect to see it evolve. I am, perhaps, a good observer. I have a tendency to notice things and spend time with them, and often they follow me to other encounters in my life, where they mix and make life into interesting patterns. Just because I find them interesting doesn’t mean you’ll agree.
If I wait to become a good blogger, photographer, etcetera, the fiftieth year will be over, and since that is how the idea that I would blog came about in the first place, it’s about time I get started.
From a time beginning in my late twenties, I played a game with age and birthdays which recognizes that ending one year immediately commences the next. So when that infamous thirtieth celebration arrived, I experienced a kind of ‘been-there-done-that’ feeling that the big deal had been over for quite awhile. I liked it.
So this year, as my forty-ninth birthday approached, I thought about the year to come and what to do with it. I might run a marathon or knit a sweater, reconnect with old friends or learn to code. Whatever it brings, it seems worth documenting; and documenting seems silly if it isn’t shared. Or exposed. If for no reason beyond the fact that I’m more likely to challenge myself if I know someone is watching. So watch; or don’t. It might be boring. If it isn’t, I’ll be glad it was noted; if it is, we’ll all be content in the knowledge that an uninteresting blog doesn’t mean a dull life. There is still satisfaction in being adequate.
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