I AM NOT ALONE

My son, Jimmy tells me that although I do not see followers, people do read my blog.  I doubt that, since I've raised some rather provocative subjects and there hasn't ever been any flurry of response.  However, writing this missive out to the universe has helped me.  I was told that I should write a journal when I had my shoulder accident...that this journal would help me work through my journey as I worked to get better.

Boy Howdy Shit, was that the worst advise I ever received.  All that journal did was focus every single day on the fact that I was in absolute pain and all alone!

They should have told me to do this!  What Jimmy kept telling me to do.  Write a blog.  Write about all the other things in your life besides the fact that you are always in pain!  Write about how Karl Rove is an Asswipe. Write about how the sun hits the window at the perfect time in the morning to make rainbows on the floor of your sunroom.  Write about how Tillie just found a new toy to gut.  Write about how people should treat one another. WRITE ABOUT YOUR LIFE REGARDLESS OF WHOEVER READS IT!

My son told me to start a blog.  I started a blog. Granted: they don't quote me on Huffington Post and nobody credits me with "Old Broad Wisdom says..."

Still, I have somewhere to go. It's 11:30 at night and rather than watching television or playing a video game or taking something to help me sleep, I'm writing.  I'm writing something.  So if someday, someone out in the universe is reading this and finds comfort, laughter, or friendship, even if I never know about it, how great is that??

I have always known that my place in the world is to make a difference for others.  I now believe that God made me a goofy, screwy, sexy, silly, fat, cute, talented, nutbag of a human being in order for me to be available to every single person...how could anyone be intimidated by someone with so very many flaws??? I am meant to find a way to care for all of you.  So, I will continue upon the road before me.

I will write sad, silly, funny, boozy, angry, happy, political, crazy, serious, and ALWAYS honest missives out to the universe.  I will write them for myself and I will write them for you, the wandering soul who might just click on some internet search engine that leads you to my story just when you need it.  For all of you and for me, here I am.  The old broad.  I am beginning to like myself.  That, alone, is a major accomplishment.