There is an abundance of material presented daily for us to read and absorb. Some of it is straight forward news – local, national, international – presented by dedicated news people in unbiased reporting. Some of it is pure entertainment, while a growing segment is opinion representing viewpoints regarding every issue under the sun.
The internet, blogging in particular, is a godsend for those of us who are driven to write and share. Whether you or I want to compose a book and be published or write just a few lines to vent and reveal pieces of ourselves, how we use our creativity is a personal decision made every time sitting down at the keyboard. Sometimes, having a game plan is irrelevant – we merely type one letter after another until words, then sentences, then paragraphs are created. We are not censored and should not be discouraged from sharing what our minds have fabricated. That’s what blogging is all about for many of us.
All too often, when I limber up my fingers, I assume the role of opinion writer. And that would be fine if that is the type of writer I aspire to be. But, it’s not. Many others in our blogging world do a fine job of sharing opinions just as many others are fine news reporters, but my opinion, as pertinent as it could be, is not what I want to share. My views on politics, society, religion are as valid as yours, but as my wise old grandpappy said, “Opinions are like a certain body part. Everybody’s got one.”
2019 finds me struggling – emotionally and physically. Life ain’t what it used to be and certainly not what I hoped it would be. So, what do we survivors do? We take stock, adjust our binding underwear, grab the appropriate ball cap with a message and wear it proudly. Early AA friends always said, “Fake it until you make it.”
And that’s what I’ll do because I’m too damned stubborn to quit.