The Final Concession

I remember how opposed I was to using a word processor to write my school papers....a typewriter was so much easier. My daughter insisted I get a debit card....I preferred writing checks. Long story short...I now own a laptop, depend daily on a jump drive, have wireless internet in my home, can text, have a Facebook page and a Netflix account. I never wanted to blog. Blog pages have to look like you and the wallpaper and music and clip art represent all that you are, or want to be, or hope to be. That overwhelms me. At this moment in time, I don't have a clue as to who I am. Who I wanted to be has fallen by the wayside somewhere and who I hope to be never quite materialized. Which font type, pictures and special designs represent that?

The final concession is that I'm going to give this running dialogue in my head, a voice. A page. My life is truly of no great consequence or meaning. But from where I stand, there are moments so intriguing, questions so puzzling, hearts so troubled and truths so stirring that I really must comment.