Should I be excited? I am, so there. It’s nice to be noticed, I guess, and to have someone think you have something to offer. I know people read the blog, just only one or two ever comment, so it gets discouraging. I started out just blogging for myself, really, but once I realized someone somewhere actually read it, I hoped for feedback. Recognition, we all want it, it seems. Even if you disagree with what I say, it would still be nice to hear what you have to say.
Still, it’s fun and good to have a place to put the cool things I find online, and express my opinions, and moan and groan when the illness gets me circling the black hole, which does happen in spite of myself. Being ill takes a lot out of you, and it can get just too darn hard to keep up spirits sometimes. Sometimes I just need to rant about the frustration of always being in pain, of not being able to go where I want when I want, or cook an entire meal, or any of the other things that are no longer in the realm of doable most days.
But I always come back. I manage to pull myself back from the event horizon and get my spirits raised once again. Life is just too short to be miserable all the time. One of my cyber-friends is a Star Trek fan, as am I, and she says that having fun every day is our Prime Directive. I like that.
If you’re out there, and if Blogger lets you comment, I’d love to read whatever you have to say. Blogger can be difficult. My daughter can’t comment without being signed in to Live Journal. Live Journal? I’ve had to open my blog in Chrome instead of Firefox lately just to reply to comments. I don’t understand Blogger sometimes, but it’s where I started blogging, and I’d hate to give it up now. That’s it for now.
Oh, wait. I think I liked the black template better, so it’s ba-ack.