When I started this blog, I hoped it might be a way for me to grow and learn more about myself, that it might guide me on a path to a higher state of self-actualization and maybe become a better human.
Well, one somewhat surprising thing I’ve learned is that I can write. I’m not saying it’s all good, but I seem to be able to string sentences together that make some kind of sense, and it feels very natural to do so. I can express myself with words. Mind you, I barely graduated from high school, and had no real clue how intellectually capable I was until I went to nursing school at 45 and found myself at the top of all my classes. I remember thinking “WTF – this is kind of cool – who knew?”
Now, I have no illusion about whether this will mean anything to anyone except me, but I’m quite okay with that. I sense that I’m actually growing and learning more about myself, which feels pretty good at 61.
I fully understand that none of this means anything in the grand scheme of things, but I never thought it would anyway. I’m just trying to keep growing and hopefully give something back at the same time. What I might be giving back and to who is a whole other question I’m not sure I can answer, at least not right now. For now the simple act of doing this in the moment is enough.
It’s fun to discover new things about yourself – I highly recommend it to everyone. You’ve got to push yourself to get there though – but once you do it’s worth the effort.