I’ve started the blog in my mind more times than I can count. I’ve started it online, and published content at least four times. My struggle always comes back to I don’t have anything to say that someone hasn’t already said before, and probably said it better. Life is funny like that. Are there any original thoughts left? There must be. People keep inventing new gadgets and gizmos. Things I didn’t even know that I needed. Instagram is always showing me something new that based on my search history I must need in my life. Sometimes, it makes a suggestion I can’t live without, sometimes I laugh at the absurdity of someone else’s idea. I guess now it feels like if everyone else can create, blog, or whatever their chosen method might be, why can’t I?

That’s where this blog takes me. That’s why right now, I’m sitting in front of a computer, on a Saturday night at 7:30 PM, typing away. Life doesn’t follow a pattern. Maybe, at one time it did, but I don’t know that in the distant past it followed a logical pattern, and now it certainly doesn’t. True, to a certain extent the early years of our life, when school is involved follow a pattern. Day in and day out life moves at the same pace for many kids. After school and college are over, it is a wide open space with time to fill. So at 7:30 on a June Saturday night, I’m filling my big open space by typing a blog post.

Why am I here? Why will I be typing these stories of my life? I don’t know. What I do know is one day, hopefully in the distant future I won’t know who I am any longer. Maybe when that day comes I’ll be able to sit back and read all that I posted here, and maybe it will spark a memory. Maybe it won’t and it will all seem like someone else’s story to me. Even if there is just a tiny speck of a chance that reading my stories will help me remember, taking a few minutes every few days or so to create a pattern of stories is worth the time. Perhaps just maybe writing down my stories will create enough of a pattern that I can remember who I am.