In My Life

I have a blog. I do because, well, everyone seems to, but more importantly because I like to write. The act of putting words on paper seems to fulfill their promise. In many things we envision, the potential is so much grander than the actuality, but somehow a finished written work can be better than its parts. It seems to me that in the recording of events they become more real. Not sure sometimes that I need my life to become more real, but there is room for the emotions to latch onto something permanent. Anyway, I now have a blog.

The name of my blog is In My Life, at least it is for now. It's hard to name something eponymous without sounding smug, and frankly I am not sure I nailed that. It comes from one of my favorite Beatles' songs, from the Rubber Soul album (which by the way I was too young to actually own at the time, but I often snuck into my cousin's room to stare at the album cover and try to figure out what had happened to the super cute British Invasion Beatles of 1964; who were these distorted looking ruffians? Clearly I was not yet a fan of the long-hair movement.)
     
       

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

In my life I have loved a great deal of things, and as the song goes, some have gone and some remain. Our consciousness retains them all, and shapes what we say and do each day based on the ways we experienced them, and the way we choose to move forward with or without them.  In the same way that the same two parents can produce children with virtually identical childhood experiences but who approach life with different attitudes, we can take the same conversation or adventure and it will become life-changing or a drag. I usually aim for the former. It makes for a busy interior life, always finding meaning and positivity in stuff that happens, but the alternative is a bit of a downer, and I have never been accused of being that. 

So what persuades a person that there are others out there just dying to look though the window of my soul? I don't really believe that, I just like to write. Maybe if you like to read, and have some time to kill, you will like In My Life. It may include the things I love: travel, family life, cooking, history, adventure, my daughter. The things I write about are necessarily shaped by the way I see the world, and the things I have done in it. It may be to your liking; sometimes it isn't even to mine. But it makes me happy, and helps hold things that are dear to me near to me. As the floppy version of the Fab Four sang, " . . . I know I'll never lose affection, For people and things that went before . . "