GUESS I'LL TRY AGAIN.

It is Friday morning, September the third. Not as early as I use to write. I have toyed the last month or so if I should pick up where I left off and write the rest of the days I have remaining. I wrote 185 times out of the great 365 day promise. I broke my wrist and that vow came tumbling down. I have written a couple of times after that and figured after three weeks nobody was reading. But yesterday I decided to try again. I have been waiting to say this, "I'm back!"

Sitting down at the keyboard I venture slowly into Blogland, standing at the edge of the vast domain I survey my surroundings. Nothing looks changed, should I venture on in? I stick my hand down deep into my pocket. Have I brought wit and words along. I feel several loose words lay scattered in the folds of the fabric. There is no wit. The movement of my hand causes some of the words to tumble to the ground. Bending down I scoop them up from the dust as the wind picks them from my hand and whirls them into the air. No words, no wit. This Blog may be very dull. But heck here goes.

This has been a strange year it seems to me. Lots of drama, fear, despair. Then new hope and Faith. Life is such a changing thing. Even after all these years I'm amazed at how swiftly it can turn. In a instant heartbeat, something special can start, something special can end.

The last few years I have given up on Doctors and on worrying what might strike me down. I truly have come to believe I can think strong enough to make all the illness's to just sail right over me. Then I broke my wrist. I was even surprised at myself on being so upset over it. I guess I really believed my Mojo would keep me exempt from a break. When I fell that morning and slowly pulled myself up from the sidewalk I felt vulnerable. I don't feel that way very often. Usually I think can talk my way out of anything. This time the sidewalk talked back.

I look at this last year, I know its not over yet. But I look at it in three important parts. Mikayla, her battle. My Birthday which was traumatic to say the least and then the fall. I truly believed I could sail up and down the sidewalks, not seeing good. But always make it back home the way I started. "Oops," I learned that is not always the case. So I have pouted the last couple of months. Not writing, cursing the fate that let me grow old and have weak bones.

But truly I am very glad to be here. Still alive, hope in my heart. People aren't always the way I want therm to be. But yes I know, I am not always the way people wants me to be either. I guess as they say, thats life. But I am truly going to try to keep this going another 165 days. Maybe a few will discover I am back and come along for the ride.

You already know I am nuts, so nothing I say will surprise you. For now I will ander back out of Blog land. Tomorrow I will try to bring Wit along for the ride. But for now, I'm outta here.