It is hard for me to write. It is hard to put on paper (or screen) what I am feeling or thinking because it becomes so... so... p-e-r-m-a-n-e-n-t. Oh, I know that my writing could be altered. It could be changed, it could be adapted, it could even be stolen. But there is something about committing one's thoughts and feelings to paper that makes them more defined, and makes me feel more vulnerable.
I titled my blog "Veiled Magnificence" and had a lot of excitement and expectation that I would write very often, and that I would be able to find the magnificence in daily life with hardly any effort, and that I would share very deep, wise, and sublime insights with any readers that happened to cross the path of my blog. I think that the more that I focused on trying to meet that expectation of myself, the less I found to write about.
Some days I could not find magnificence -- veiled or otherwise. I didn't want to write on those days, because I felt that if that were the case, then something was wrong with my perspective, and I should make sure that gets corrected before trying to post something .... hmmm ... I don't think that any longer!
It's mind boggling in some ways that two years, almost to the day, have passed since I last wrote. My last entry was about my daughter Bernadette's graduation from GVSU. Since then, a lot has happened! I would like to try to recount some of the highlights and lowlights, so will work toward that goal.
Should you happen upon this entry, thank you for reading, and for being patient as I stumble along!
