Starting Again

I have been journaling for several years now and have decided to take my journaling into the blogging arena. After all, I have a lot to say. I have been through much in my lifetime, much and have pushed all of my experience through my head and heart. There are many times through out the day that I get insight into my experience. There is a lot of it, really and it keeps coming. I want to document it here, so that I can ground it, bring it to life. Bring it in and give it legs, make it walk. Currently, a lot of my insight just sorts of floats in through me and then out without gaining form. I want to give my creations form. Give it a body and turn it loose.

For some reason, the though of blogging would not leave me today. It is the a.m. of Labor Day. I haven't been to bed yet, so I call it the day before but technically, it is Labor Day. I took myself out tonight for some pizzeria pizza and a salad, yum and while I was sitting there, blogging kept running through my thoughts. Not sure why, but here I am.

What a beautiful evening it was tonight. There is nothing like driving with the top down on a summer's evening. I have been stuck on Human Touch by Bruce Springstein. When that song first came out, while it was a hit on the radio and I remember liking the song, it never really meant that much to me. I am finding that there are songs now that maybe I liked or didn't like in the past, that I can now relate to. It's like foods. You know, when you're little you don't like onions but as an adult somehow onions start appearing in a lot of your food choices. I used to have to scrape the onions off of the little McDonalds hamburgers when I was a kid. Couldn't eat them and if I happened upon an onion, it ruined my meal. Now, I am ordering them on pizza. PIZZA! Life is funny. I don't know where or when it happened but suddenly I am putting onions on one of my favorite foods.

So, back to music and life. I see that we resonate with things in our lives but as we grow, that resonance changes. And maybe, just maybe, if you aren't growing, then the same things will resonate with you throughout your entire life. You know those people in high school who have the same friends, listen to the same music and have the same hairstyle? I am guessing that those people haven't changed much in their lives and their outward appearance is just a reflection of things staying the same. Which is fine-there's no right or wrong way to live.

As I reflect on my life and all of the change which I have sustained, I can't imagine life any other way. For me, there was no trying to change it just continued to happen. Kind of like that internal drive a child has to learn to talk and walk. It just happened. It was innate. And, as proof of my internal changes, I am a proud member of the hair of the month club. My hair color changes constantly. That is just a small example of how we show ourselves to the world.

Well, that is my introduction back into the blogging arena. We'll see where this goes, if any where.

BRB