It’s true. This is my very first blog post.
And it was a pain in the ass.
I could make it a funny story—I’m good at that—what I haven’t mastered yet is the short funny story, so I’ll refrain. Besides, this was supposed to be an exercise for me, from which I learned, or rather, remembered something I have forgotten about myself, emerged victorious, and presented myself with this glorious knowledge wrapped in a beautiful bow.
Oh I learned. Remembered what an asshole I am to myself. And want to gift myself two black eyes—bows optional.
WordPress suggests I use this post to tell my readers (both of you) why I started this blog and what I plan to do with it, but since I really have gotten exactly this far, I’d like to point out that I didn’t choose the graphics, but I think they’re appropriate. I am tired of walking dark featureless roads and being uninterested in what I will find beyond the next curve. I want more sun and peace, more color, warmth, salt water, whatever.
And, damnit. If I have to start a new blog everyday to do it, I guess I will.
I love this post! You are real, and strength-your strength-shines through your words. Please keep writing! Your words might be the fuel someone else’s courage needs.
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Thank you ❤️
Good first post! Look forward to whatever’s coming down the pike!👍
Just wanted to say I love the name of the blog. It’s deep, I think. Keep posting and writing and looking for more sun and light.
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Thanks for sharing the origin of the blog’s name in “About”. I had part of it figured out but the relative weight of the wings makes perfect sense and your description of how you feel when they are heavy, I can see that and have seen that. I believe they will lift you or rather you will experience how to lift yourself. I do believe your journey is upward. I have a mental picture of the Wright brothers’ first airplane skipping and bouncing and slowly getting airborne or a flock of geese almost running across the water’s surface, struggling and straining to lift off. Then it happens. And it’s exhilarating.
Thank you for sharing. I love these images and will try to remember when I feel the jolts and bumps and waddly wobbles that they are necessary precursors for gathering momentum.