And it's Mine!
Today begins the 8th year of this little one bedroom corner of the blogosphere and I must say, it's been quite a ride.
It was the prodding of Ron (the dear gossip) over at Retired in Delaware that finally got me going. He insisted that others would be interested in what I had to say; that I am a good writer, and blah blah blah.
I've never considered myself a writer. I write pretty much the way I speak in conversation, so that's really what I do. Some people are driven to distraction by my use of the "comma" since I use it to pause just as I do in natural speech.
When I published the very first post, my old life was crumbling around me, my house was up for sale, the Ex was in the process of building his new house with his new flame, and within the next 4 months I would go from homeowner to homeless.
The Ex took everything (even gifts given to me) and I had nothing. Boxes of books, clothes, CDs, and the PC - that was it. Life was bleak and I was lost and alone for the first time in 30 years.
First move was disaster. Thought by renting a bedroom from a (then) friend, I would be helping him out of financial stress, but it was an ugly setup by the Ex and his (whatever) and I was kicked out without due notice, explanation, or monetary compensation. He kept my money, period. His karma.
While physically healthy, mentally was another story. I was falling to pieces. I wrote sparingly about those personal trials, mainly because I couldn't believe people treated others so badly and had little regard for their feelings. Anyway, hindsight isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Second move was to a beautiful apartment in the back waters on the marshes near Delaware Bay. Peaceful and healing environment. That place, the jewelry store and then the part-time gig at Dos Locos helped me dig out of some heavy debt, and get through.
The job at the jewelry store and a few early readers kept me closer to sanity and away from the edge of the cliff of the mentally disturbed. Slowly I began to put a new life together and bit by bit, I stepped out of the shadows of the past, let it go and embraced the new places life was taking me. It was time to move on, again.
The third move (2010) into this tiny place in the center of this tiny beach town was the best of the lot, of course.
Fortunately, when the jewelry store closed in 2009, I became employed full time at Dos Locos and, as they say, when one door closes, another one opens. Usually a better one. That was certainly true in my case.
I love living in town, love(d) my job, (miss it terribly) love sharing adventures, silly stories of the quirks of the place and people, and wouldn't change a thing.
Today is a celebration, of sorts. Over the years bloggers and readers have come and gone and I like to think some who've have hung around and commented through the years, have become like friends. I've even met some personally (hope to meet more down the road) and they've taught me a lot. Probably not intentionally, but from these total strangers I've learned a good bit about kindness and generosity, and all through this here web thingy…….
So today I indulge in two units of fresh blood (the blood of an 18-year-old, as they say at the Center) in the hope that I may still be around come the next blogiversary in 2015. It may not be much, but it is something positive to focus on, if you get my drift.
So mote it be.