A friend who pops in and out of nowhere for the past 7 years or so just wrote me an e-mail and told me about how he has been reading my blog. I gave him (and some other friends) the URL to this online journal when I started out, but I wasn’t aware that any of them were actually reading it — well, until today.
So I wrote him back and gave the usual account of what’s been happening of late and wrote that line above — it lit up a lightbulb in my head, so I hurried to this site to post.
Because it is. For me, at least. It’s a way to “exercise” my writing skills (thinking I have some) and at the same time just talk out loud. (That’s why one of my categories is “Just Me Thinking Online” instead of “Out Loud”.)
I just turned 39, and I know that my eggs are not the only ones diminishing as the years go by. My brain cells, too, are wilting away. While that part of nature is beyond my control, it’s how fast or how much of them actually disappear into limbo that I am trying to get a grip on. (I’m not going without a fight!) Reminds me of THE NOTEBOOK which I wrote a post on here a while back. The woman in the story started to lose her memory and eventually forgot the man she loved and the family she was raising. It was a beautiful love story, something Alan and I tease each other about — but which I hope I will not have to live in my lifetime. I’d like to go lucid, but all I can do is try — nothing I do will guarantee me that.
So I write and I write and I write. Maybe next year, I’ll find myself reading the things I had written down here. Then I’ll see how I felt at this point in time and hopefully I will learn. And my brain cells would’ve had some work out keeping them healthy and fit for another 39 years.