I went back through my posts from the first year I blogged. That was interesting because I'd forgotten all about them. It was kind of like finding little presents scattered over the years. Here's one that I did back in May of 2010.
Okay, someone go find April and bring it back. I didn't get anything done I had on my list, the list which I can't find, but know has important stuff waiting to be done.
Some poetry for May:
I lick dust from dry lips
And run on to escape
The whir of defeat
That must have been a day I'd bumped into some rejection and I suffered an INSECURITY attack. I still like the idea of escaping the whir of defeat. I should expand on that.
As I went through those old posts, I discovered that somehow things haven't changed. I'm still trying to keep up with my list. I'm still losing that list. I'm still forgetting what was important enough to take the time to write it down. Hmm. Seems I'm getting OLDER, but I'm not getting any better! Do I have any others out there in the same situation?