It’s been a long time. Four years to be exact. Why did I stop writing? Well, having a full time exhausting job cut into my writing time. Then there was the birth of multiple grandchildren (5, 6 or 7 I forget). There were job reversals and money woes. Also keeping up with the obama administration’s scandal propelled tenure was frankly disheartening and depressing. The awfulness of the last election also provided a reason NOT to post as well as the thought-policing of the internet (hello, 1984).
Mostly though I just didn’t feel the need to write. I never really thought anyone except a few friends and folks from a certain political satire site ever read what I wrote. I wasn’t doing it for that reason anyway. I wrote because I felt inspired to wash the blood from my hands before I shuffled off this mortal coil. I felt that if I was the lone voice in the wilderness, saying the things that many think but never say, it would be enough. Eventually the distressing situation many of us find ourselves in became more than I could deal with. If people wanted to go to hell in a hand basket that was up to them. Since they didn’t care to hear the truth (which I alway tried to publish) I wasn’t about to make them do so. Freedom is one of our most important God given gifts and everyone is entitled to throw it away because choice is also one of those given gifts. And to be honest my children are all on Facebook and so there is more than enough “articles” there to be commented on.
So then given all of this, why am I here? Why bother returning? Mostly because I missed the writing. I missed being able to express myself without having to truncate my thoughts to something I hoped people would not ignore because it takes to long to actually read a post. I’m tired of not being able to express a logical thought to it’s conclusion and I missed the opportunity to be creative in my posts, to make people laugh or cry or infuriate them.
So I’m going to try to do a better job at posting. Maybe one time a week to see how it goes. If I enjoy it, if it keeps from having to put my hair out (cause sometimes my hair just catches on fire from the sheer unadulterated nonsense that people do to each other) I’ll keep it up. If it becomes tedious, frustrating and counter productive I’ll stop most likely for good and all. To some that might be a wonderful thing but we shall see. We shall see.