Never enough time. . . or is it never enough ambition?

Whew. . . what a week!   I feel like I've been through the wringer and wonder if it will ever stop!!   Is it life  or is it me?  Do I just not have the coping mechanisms to handle the ups and downs of life?   I need to remember to not sweat the small stuff. . . and that it is all small stuff.   Hang in there -- it's a new week on Monday, and it can only be better!!!

Okay. . . I can't promise that I will be successful blogging, but one never knows if one doesn't try.  As a woman of the Baby Boomer generation, I try hard to stay on top of technology --- at times more successful than others.  And I worry that if I let my guard down, I will fall behind and NEVER catch up.  I accept that I will never be a technological wizard nor that I will ever understand 'how' it all works. (Similar to my knowledge of the inner workings of a car: I know how to drive and my car works as long as I do routine maintenance and fill it with gas, but I have no understanding of what makes it work!!) 

I have always loved 'words' -- I like to talk, I like to write, I love to read.   Words are my favorite thing in the world.   As a young child my grandpa would say he'd give me a nickel (in the 50's that was a lot of money) if I could be quiet for five minutes.   Are you surprised to hear that I never earned a nickel??  As I grew, I was a faithful diary writer -- oh, how I wish I had those diaries now. . . . I wonder what happened to them?  As an adult I have started lots of journals, but for some reason I don't understand, I have never been able to sustain one over a long period.  I am hoping that blogging will be different -- that this will become a special way I can express myself. . . whether or not anyone ever reads this.   I want to do this for me.  

Doing things just for me has never been easy.   Is it the 'middle child' syndrome where I want to keep everyone happy?  Is it the age in which I grew up?  How much did my family of origin have to do with this and/or is it the nature of women in general to 'caretake' others before we take care of ourselves.   As with so many things in life, it is probably a combination of all the above.   So, at this time in my life (61 years old) I want to make sure I start taking care of myself, doing things that make me happy (without harming anyone else) so that I don't ever look back on my life with regret.

Since words are important to me, when possible I'd like to end my post with a quote.  

                " Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened!"  Cary Grant


Love, BonBon