Getting Back to It

I have a dilemma when it comes to blogging...it has to do with self-disclosure. To me, writing a blog post becomes intensely personal. I pour my heart and soul into every post...and I may be overestimating my visitors , but I assume they preceive the real me as they read. This may or may not be a good thing. The other day a Facebook friend commented about feeling you already know someone after reading their blog. I agree, completely...putting my feelings out in cyberspace exposes me to the whole world. Well, maybe that's the point of blogging, eh?

So, that's been my problem and why I don't post more often. But, on the other hand, lately I've been thinking I have things to say...thoughts and feelings that crave expression...why not this medium?

Eons ago, when I was still in my 40's, I was dealing with the mental and physical decline of both my parents. As I pondered the issues of aging parents, I began to realize that I, myself, was (and am) an aging parent. And I began to feel sad that someday my children would probably have forgotten the younger, more vital, 'with-it' Mom...and the old, infirm, impaired version would crowd out all the better memories of ME in their minds. So, that's another reason to put down some cogent thoughts now...I can read my posts and 'remember' a time when I could still 'think' and 'reason' and my kids and grandkids can read it too, and recall that their mother/grandma hasn't always been so O-L-D and decrepit!

So, if you read my posts, you might say to yourself, 'Who does this old bird think she is?' or, you might like what I have to say. If you do, forgive me for trying to leave some written legacy of my diminishing intellect, and keep reading!