Still Muddling Through
It's been some time- inside of which I've aged. In ten years- or less- I'll be able to read this bit and chuckle and say, 'I've aged". Yet it really doesn't matter that my immaturity still exists, it's comforting to simply make progress. No one just clicks and becomes perfect and ceases to grow in wisdom for the rest of life. That 'click' point merits its own article. At seven I thought it would be ten, at ten I thought it would be fifteen, at fifteen I thought it would be eventually... but of course with so much wisdom now at least I no longer guess any more ages. Ha. Blogging is a pretty good way to exercise writing, even if it does require consciously telling the grammar police and editing moguls in my head to shut up occasionally. Can't get a straight sentence out otherwise. And I declare- says the least disciplined youngest of five- 'writing shall be in my life, whether I like it or not!' An astounding argument of logic.