drifter
Well-known Member
I looked back at an old blogspot journal I used to maintain. It was a blog I wrote over several years.
I looked to see if I had left anything important lying dormant. The only comment viewed this:
"No post found." The blog is empty. Over the years many hundreds of articles written and deleted.
Some of those I wish I had kept because they inspired me. During this time I wrote this blog, I met seven or eight other bloggers who had interests in common and we became a group who worked together exploring current events. One in Florida, known as the old man, another in Cincinnati who wrote award winning blogs, two in Washington State, another in Milwaukee. Me, in Lubbock.
What fun it was, writing a daily blog and interacting. That began shortly after I retired and ran for several years. One day it became apparent I had said all I had to say. Illness forced another to drop out, others dropped out for various reasons, one by one. We all agreed it had been a special time, exploring our emotions and creating friendships as well as content we could all appreciate. I have been looking, hoping to find that sense of belonging that once made me feel alive. Foolish I suppose.
I looked to see if I had left anything important lying dormant. The only comment viewed this:
"No post found." The blog is empty. Over the years many hundreds of articles written and deleted.
Some of those I wish I had kept because they inspired me. During this time I wrote this blog, I met seven or eight other bloggers who had interests in common and we became a group who worked together exploring current events. One in Florida, known as the old man, another in Cincinnati who wrote award winning blogs, two in Washington State, another in Milwaukee. Me, in Lubbock.
What fun it was, writing a daily blog and interacting. That began shortly after I retired and ran for several years. One day it became apparent I had said all I had to say. Illness forced another to drop out, others dropped out for various reasons, one by one. We all agreed it had been a special time, exploring our emotions and creating friendships as well as content we could all appreciate. I have been looking, hoping to find that sense of belonging that once made me feel alive. Foolish I suppose.