My Mind is like my Purse. (Cluttered.)

I don't know if I can do this or not. I don't have any pictures on my computer right now, and in the clutter of my mind, I can't think of how to upload any, or how to even write anything interesting. So why am I even trying to write a blog post again, after about 5 years of no writing? It could have been longer!

I guess I just want to tap my toes into the water, to feel the sand coursing around my foot. To look up instead of down. To see if I can withstand the pressure of not posting each day, but to play it as I feel it. (Oops! There's not supposed to be any pressure here like that--so we shall see.) 

Maybe soon I will have pictures somehow, will be able to remember how to do this thing called blogging.  Perhaps I will just fall off Blogger just as I did before! I hope not. I read many blogs and they give me so much pleasure and entertainment. Maybe I won't  be a "regular", like "they" seem to be, or as inviting as "they" are, but I do hope I might say something to someone, somewhere, that actually touches a place in their heart! Something that makes them smile and nod their head--or feel a tear run down their cheek. Not because I have a gift for writing, but because I want to be truthful. I want them to feel something I do-- and feel the joy or the pain---but feel the "sameness" we all share.