Well, it was a year ago that I decided to put forth some of the random ideas and thoughts that swirl around my gray matter….
I covered a variety of topics, from kinky cross-dressing sexual habits , my love of yoga , killing wee fuzzy critters and waxing my lady-bits with disastrous, yet hilarious results.
Good times, gang… Good freakin’ times.
I have always enjoyed writing. Enough that, as a youngster, I had lofty dreams of best-selling novels and free-lanced articles with prestigious magazines. Dreams of life lived in exotic locales and no kids. *Sigh* Life though, well, life happened and much to my surprise it veered me in an entirely different direction. And truly, I have very little regret. I can’t lie and say no regrets, though. As humans we are blessed with hindsight and self-realization. I do NOT regret my children or the man I married. I do have a teeny bit of regret for the adventures I never had, the foreign lovers in a mysterious country whom I never kissed, the courage I would have needed in the face of chance and challenges in a different life.
Well, now, if I had gone down that alternate path, then I wouldn’t have been able to blog about my love affair with my lake, nor the wise-cracking of my children or the deep love that I have for my friends who surround me with strength and laughter in my life.
I do dream of one day being published. That dream is not in my hindsight. And I have a fantastic, wonderful and very blessed life that I never want to take for granted. I seek to live in the moment as much as I can, to live simply, to live truthfully.
And Goddess knows, my general idiocy and propensity for mishaps only gives me more reason to blog.