Goodbye Someday: A First Attempt

I haven’t written in years. It was something that I thought, at one time, I might have a talent for. Like most things in my life I’ve been waiting. Waiting for that unnamed something has kept me safe from rejection but not safe from failure. Now, at the age of 42 and in poor health I have no more time to wait - no more somedays remain.

I’ve been reading about blogging. Some people make money doing this and I imagine that would be very nice but I don’t have any illusions that my writing will garner a great following. One site suggested having a mission statement for your blog thus treating it as a business. So I think, that while I am not considering this as a business, a mission statement might add focus and weight to what I am doing here. I wish that I had created a mission statement for my life when I was young. I would propose that creating such a statement could be a required course for freshmen entering college.

I’ve lived my life in such a rudderless fashion. I realized recently that I never had a “dream” just vague and slippery ideas of a life path. I envy, and always have, those with a known purpose which they pursue wholeheartedly. Reconnecting with people I went to high school with I am embarrassed by my lacking. I have bemoaned my losses, blaming them on my diseases when in fact I really didn’t have that much to lose.

I know that at times my blog will degenerate into what appears to be a pity party but I think to dig myself out the hole I’m in I may have to dig a bit deeper. And, while that may sound a bit like the mind set of congress and the stimulus plan, I hope that it will be cathartic and cleansing.

My first assignment then, is a Mission Statement