writing

I can go for weeks without the urge to write here until I have all these simple thoughts accumulated and it’s time to purge.

I know that sounds rude.

They are not big thoughts but…..

I want to be more cognizant of the fact that now I can do anything,

be anything

go anywhere,

do whatever or not do anything at all

with no limits but those I put on myself,

to not be afraid of doing something stupid.

I want these years I have left to grow towards greater understanding of myself and life around me and not be satisfied with just passing the time pleasantly.

I want more.

Oh, I’ll tell you about my fingers getting crooked, ( I just noticed my little pinky is bent) the hassles I encounter and details of living my life, but every now and then I hope for a spark of something worth sharing.

Surely a 76 year old woman must have something to share of value.

(birthday coming up, no longer just only a 75 year old)

I do go on and on about my age don’t I, somehow my age makes me relevant here.

sorry.

I’ve decided writing daily is a way to help myself find and remember my words, think my thoughts and spell my words. It’s therapy for me and may be interesting to you to understand me, a 75-year-old solo woman on a mission to understand herself, choices I’ve made and the changes that happen related to growing old.

When I started thinking about this living option I was asked what I would do if I got sick. I only have one health problem and whether it happens while on the road or at ‘home’ the treatment is the same, rest, diet and meds. Same here or there.

Going on the road has given me ample topics to write about of interest to a few who stop by here to read my words, I thank you but I am warning that the goal for me is to write, even when I’m boring I will keep writing. I hope you will keep reading because it’s encouraging for me to see the stats and responses of my readers