Thinking. That’s what I’ve been doing since I wrote last. Lots and lots of thinking. I feel I have a lot to say. Four and a half decades worth. I’m hesitant to jump right into it because I don’t know if anyone would find my thoughts interesting enough to read. I also dread being too blunt or unintentionally offensive because I’ve always been opinionated. I’m not immovable about those opinions, I still have the ability to learn and change and I don’t think I’m right about everything. Still, some of my experience involves other people who might recognize themselves in it, vague though I tried my best to be.
I’ve been a long time reader of blogs and if I’ve learned anything it’s that internet anonymity is an illusion. It’s not that I would intentionally libel and write falsehoods, it’s that the truth is bad enough as it is. I don’t know if I want to clear the cellar of my memory at the cost of someone else’s peace of mind.
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. It’s a lot to think about but oh how it’d ease me to just write.
I think I will.