Day one of the rest of my life

I have always wanted to write.  As a child, I told myself stories, in the dark, in the night - to help myself sleep.  Many children day dreamed.  I night dreamed.  One day I would write.  One day I would be a famous published author, one day I would live in a white house on a cliff above the ocean - and I would write, and write, and write.  Some 55 years later - I still want to write - and sadly - it is still a dream.

My son introduced me to the concept of blogging at least 8 years ago.  I signed up - but never wrote a word.  I forgot where it was and how to do it.

Six months ago, I looked at retirement - and at last I would have time to write.  A conversation with a friend again brought up the blog.  I filed it -
                                                       and went back to work  - which produces money but no joy. 

And now, today, the work is finished, the money is spent and again I look into the eyes of  tomorrow.

If I cant write a best seller - the least I can do is start a blog.

So - to you Owen and to you Lynda - my first blog - with love.