Random Thoughts- Do They Have Meaning?

Yep, you can classify this as my attempt to help build more backlinks to my other blog. That is not to say there will not be any more original content here, because there has been and will continue to be.  This place is not abandoned, but it is purpose has been adjusted and we're working off of that. You should expect to find some more fiction, some posts about parenting and some random thoughts here. In the interim I want to encourage you to check out the headlines below. How I Became A Serial Killer- Or The Headline You Hate An Easy Fast Doesn’t Provide Atonement You Are The Biggest Liar In Social Media Words That Are Never Read What Is The Best Way To Get Attention Rhythm and Flow

Sometimes the hardest things to write or say are the simplest. It is not for lack of desire that it doesn't happen but fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of being hurt. Fear of a thousand different things. There are things I could say. Things I might say. Things I want to say. But at the moment I won't. Blame it on fear or attribute to other things. The time is not right or maybe it is.

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When we said we were going to do it we were only kidding. It was supposed to be the kind of joke that couples make. It wouldn't be funny to anyone else but us and it was. Whenever we talked about doing it we would laugh hard and share that special smile that we saved for each other.. We were going to visit Judy and have sex on her porch or maybe inside her apartment. Can't remember who came up with the idea and why, but we did. And like I said I can't tell you why it was funny nor does it really matter. It was just something we said we were going to do but it became more than that. It was sort of a catchphrase for doing something ridiculous and silly. When Judy got sick I told Anne that we ought to think twice about whether doing it would be a way to honor Judy or if it would be disrespectful. We both knew that wasn't really what we were talking about, but it was just how we dealt with something hard and difficult to talk about. "It is not like Judy'

Some of you only read this blog and or rarely visit any of my other blogs. Sometimes I wonder why that is and what you find here that you don't see there. It has to be apparent that this place doesn't hold the same attention for me as it once did and that I have made an effort to move forward. But that doesn't negate the place this blog holds in my heart and the sheer love I hold for what it has given me. Nor does it preclude a relationship because that suggests there is no room to move from the past into the present and that is something I simply do not believe. There is opportunity and all that is required is the willingness to take a leap of faith. I have relatively few regrets in life and those I do have generally stem from my having been slow or unwilling to take those leaps of faith. That is not how I live any more and thus I find myself enjoying new opportunities and experiences. Moving forward doesn't have to mean we forget who we were or who we are.