How not to blog

Well here I go. A friend made the suggestion that I blog. Maybe he doesn't know what he is talking about. Maybe he isn't really a friend. Or, maybe he has changed my life or at least my outlook on life, forever. For whatever reason, I'm plunging, head first, not looking back, no regrets.

I'm 60 years old, a mother, wife, grandmother, sister, friend, retired, volunteer.... well I could go on and on. I think those are the most important and depending on the day, probably not in that order. Tomorrow I may have another list. Who knows, maybe marine biologist. I've always wanted to pretend I was a marine biologist. Ok, ok, I know; I stole that line.

Right now I really don't know what I am doing. I want to keep up with technology but I feel it is leapfrogging past me. My biggest fear is posting this and then never being able to find it again. Plan. Plan? I guess I should have a plan. Ok, my plan is two part. Be able to find my blog and add to it at least once a week.

Here goes the plunge part. I'm going to hit the "publish post" button. No looking back, no regrets......