There was a time in my life when I would gush words, sentences and paragraphs, certain in my heart that I had something to say that others would want to read.
The older I get, the less I feel that way. I always thought the opposite. After I had lived a bit, I thought, after I had traveled, experienced success and loss, then I really would have things to say that would be worthwhile. I would have some wisdom to impart.
What a joke.
If I had only known that the older you get the less wise you feel, I would have spouted ad infinitum. Oh, that's right, I did...only it was on paper, paper that's stuffed in boxes in closets and attics. The days before blogs and Web sites and FB.
I have shit to say. And I should say it. I just have to silence the editor in my head. I could be one of those bloggers on the edge, but it probably won't happen until I retire. I live my life in fear. One day I will be free. And then watch out world. I will be a voice that will be heard.
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