The Beginning (sort of)

Just minutes ago I wrote an entry about starting my on-line journel. How it's so exciting because it's a journey into the unknowable and how I must be prepared for anything. Well, I guess I wasn't. It was erased and I was bummed. Every word was perfect, I was clever, I used humor, I was insightful and I knew everyone who read it would love me and in a second all that was gone.

So, what did I do? I tried to recreate all that wit but not a word came to me. Then I said, the hell with on-line journeling and on to breakfast. So here I am again the consumate quitter trying again. Luckily, I learned one thing and that is to move on and let go, though I'm still pouting.

I know this story repeats itself so many times throughout a life that it's almost redundant. Let go and be free. I feel like the monkey who reached into the tree to grab a nut and is stuck. Next time I journel I promise to be all those things that I lost in the never world of the computer, witty, insightful and loved but today I'm going to mourn the tasty treat I had to leave behind.

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