I am new to WordPress. I am not too new to blogging. I had another blog, in another life. It’s just life has changed. I figure I must as well.
I read that blogging is therapy for many people. I will be one of those people. Or am.
I don’t know how to make this blog look interesting. I might learn how to. I’m not great with computers and the internet. Sort of competent, I suppose. No more than that. I can write, though. Been doing that for over thirty years. There is a lot of stuff in the sidebars on this site. I’ll figure out what they are soon enough. I miss my old typewriter, though. Nobody makes the ink ribbons for them these days.
I’m “internet old”. I feel older. Much older. It’s hard to tell these days. Fortunately, I don’t care about my actual age any more. It became irrelevant a while back, like me.
I made myself irrelevant, mind you. Nobody did anything to make me that. It was all in my decisions. Some folks say sometimes I had no choice. I did. Whether or not the alternatives I declined were “bad” is nothing. I made the decisions. Me. For better or worse. Smart or stupid. Happy or sad. I made them. That’s why I’m where I am, meandering back from oblivion.
“How does this work?” I asked myself. “How do I find my way back?” First, start new somewhere. I can’t move geographically. So I moved virtually. A baby step. But a step. Where will this lead? No idea. I must just start somewhere.
And write. I don’t know how much. I don’t know for how long. But it’s a start.