I have been kind of losing my way in blogland over this summer. I am not sure exactly why…… Perhaps it is because I have been stopping, standing and watching things like the summer grasses and the summer skies. Perhaps the time taking to heal my ankle has made me lazy and introspective……. Perhaps the loss of my googlereader link has cut me off from the world of bloggers. I installed feedly, but frankly I cannot find my away around it properly. And I am missing my old routines.
There is another problem with sharing my thoughts and feelings on my blog. Much of the way I have been reacting to news and life in general has been negative. In other words I have been getting extremely cross and down-hearted. I cannot believe what has been happening in many people’s attitudes towards the poor and vulnerable in our society. And that is 0ften extended towards asylum-seekers and the disabled. Thus, there has been less good news, less humour and too much a sense of helplessness within me.
Today, as I sit here and write I question why we blog. Yes, I like to simply know about people and their lives, but I also like to be cheered up and I think it is important to share what it is like to be an elderperson at this time in the 21st Century. So maybe, just maybe I am writing myself back into being a more regular blogger. After all, a blog is a legacy. However there must be some changes. It is not comfortable to be out on a limb, but unless there is a degree of honesty there is little point. I am not sure if my tendency to avoid confrontation comes from years of being a mother or years of being a Minister. But maybe I need to think where my fears originate. And maybe, that will give a purpose to this next stage of What’s the Story.
Join in if you have any ideas or comments. I almost want to say but remember I am vulnerable, so that, if anything, gives a clue of my lazy, hazy, summer during the time when I am approaching 70. How can that be? – - – 70? Inside I am still the child, the teenager, the young woman, the rushing-around-always-busy woman and now I suppose I must be the getting-old woman.