They say it takes 5 minutes to start a blog. Whoa! It sure didn’t for me. I had to walk in a crooked line through the virtual halls of Amazon for two hours at least. I had to look at blog templates for another three. And choosing a name, well, I wasn’t prepared for the fact that choosing a name for my son would be easier.
I started in the morning and published in the starlight.
I came to it as a writer. So I thought it was writing. I thought it was about structure and expression, content and presentation, and offering somewhere someone might find a place next to me on the riverbank under the old white oak tree. I was one third in the right direction.
Who’d know I’d be here a short two years later?
Who’d know what I’d discover?
Who’d know I’d hand over my head and heart?
I point to my first blog post — about 100 words. . It’s got stars, life, peanut butter . . . and a quote I still believe.
When I give my soul a little breathing room . . .
everyone I know gets nicer.
I came here to wonder and to find more ways just to be.
. . . and the people who greeted me taught me to breathe.
–ME “Liz” Strauss