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What exactly IS THIS?

Is it coincidental that the two posts over the past two years have taken place over the summer and here I am again........hopefully with more than one post this year.

The problem is that i haven't figured out how I want to use this blog.  In past versions on yahoo 360 (anyone remember THAT?) and multiply (or THAT?) I used blogging as a way to detox through writing.  Every poisonous, noxious thought or happening got spewed onto my blog right along side any happy occurrences and rememberings.  Therapy to be sure, appropriate? Not so sure.  Suffice it to say that there were some readers who were not thrilled when they found themselves in my blog.  Because this is a public forum I have to admit that some things need not to be shared and they are usually the very things that you can't keep inside.

So perhaps this time it will not be about verbal vomit.

At 45 years of age I am back to taking courses at the University I work for.  Why? Because i love learning, love knowledge, love being mentally challenged and because i can.  Writing has been my greatest challenge because i'm no longer comfortable with it in a formal sense.  Blogging may loosen me up but it isn't going to tighten up my skills when it comes to submitting formal thought and communication........philosophy being my passion.  So perhaps this blog can be about random topics that I pick from the air just for the sake of writing.  How boring is that?

Maybe this blog will be about absolutely nothing, however, very well written if not ever read.

I'll have to spend some time dressing this place up.  It's pretty blah. 

The conclusion i'm coming to is that this blog will be whatever i'm feeling like that day- analytical, emotional, etc.  Let this be an exercise in writing and see where it takes me. us?  oh and i just found spell check........already a good start.

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