Rebellion

Seasons are changing again and it is hard not to notice that time in moving on as well...it isn't something you can run from...acceptance with a dash of embracement is the easiest path.

I haven't been blogging as much lately but that isn't necessarily a bad thing.   It just means that I have putting effort in other places. 

I did take some time to re-read some of my past blog entries and I think I am truly my worst critic.  I cringe every time I see something wrong with grammar or even spelling.

I seem to make lots of mistakes in my writing.  It is like my brain thinks one thing and my fingers type something totally different. 

This finger rebellion has to stop...I guess I could take the time to read over everything before publishing but it seems like I don't catch the mistakes when I do that...maybe my brain is just protecting something more precious.

 I really don't see the mistakes until I come back later and by that time the damage has been done.  My perfectly assembled thought is now a flawed sentence out in the world of cyberspace.

I guess the best solution is not to re-read any of my blog entries after I have published them...you know they say "ignorance is bliss"...

Address This

Do you remember the thrill of getting a letter in the mail?

Nowadays the only letters I receive in the mail are bills and junk mail.  I guess you really can't call them letters, those things are more like statements and flyers...

In this hurry-up world, I guess email has been crowned the king.  We want everything instantly and we have forgotten that sometimes anticipation is what makes your breathing unsteady and your pulse to quicken...ultimately leading to results that are even more satisfying than you can imagine.

So I can safely say, I do miss reading that hand-written letter even if part of the adventure is figuring out the sloppiness of the penmanship and deciphering the true meaning of the written words.  Even this makes everything feel more human.

I know this form of communication is slowly dying out but it really is shame to see it go.  I won't let it stop with~ it is time to take a stand..or at least a pen in my hand...and write something worthy of deciphering...I just need to know what address to send it to...