I thought blogging would be easy. Just write whatever I thought was important. It’s not easy. First, I’m an OK writer, not a great writer. Second, I have lots of opinions but in writing them I find I want to discover the facts which means spending time researching. Third, I’m still not sure what direction I want to go. There is so much going on in the world that needs healing, but how do I participate in that healing? Do I say soft nice things?? Do I present an opposing argument? Do I treat this like Facebook and re-post shtuff? What is my intention? Am I trying to teach an empty audience? Am I preaching to the choir? Do I just want a relatively safe place to explore my opinions, my ability to improve my writing, and maybe learn a few things about myself?
Purpose. Some people find their purpose with ease. Others, like me, struggle their entire lives to discover it. I remember a class where we were to meditate and discover our purpose. What came through for me was to “live life”. Oh goody, that helps…not. Just another way for me to wander aimlessly through life, taking each day and each experience as it appeared instead of creating something to be proud of. Just like this blog, Is that my purpose? To wander through my thoughts and feelings and put them out there for the world to see someday? To accept I have nothing profound to offer?
Questions and more questions that lead to questions. I’m well beyond middle age and still not sure what I want to do with my life. In this case, still not sure what to do with my thoughts.