Sentimental Attachments

Last August, I decided to start a blog that was to be in support of Not Being Perfect.  My purpose was to create a space for friends and family to come and ponder my thoughts, reflect on my riddles and laugh at my humanity.  Well, then, September came!  Dumping on me a demanding schedule that rarely allowed for a full night of sleep, let alone, time to coherently write.  So instead, I would jot down ideas, various thoughts  that came to me while life was speeding by at a gazillion miles an hour.  In a notebook with a PEN.  Carried with me everywhere, the notebook became my sponge, sometimes soaking up drops of thoughts and other times absorbing abstracts.   I wrote on every blue line and filled every white space.  A year in the North East bumping from each activity, appointment, and sidetracking event that came along, said notebook became tattered and torn.  Frayed at the edges, I realized I was not signing on to the Blog because I was not willing to part with the words in that notebook.  I don't know if I ever will.   So, now that I my notebook is full and I can not add any more pages to it, here I am; back to blogging.  Let's suffice to say that hey, I am Not Perfect, Only Human.