This reminds me of when I became a ham radio operator. Though I passed all the tests at several levels and got my call sign (KB6LKS - no longer active), I never went on the air. Stage-fright. Those who know me will find that hard to believe. I am not as computer friendly as my colleagues have been led to believe (not by me). I volunteer to sing, act, dance, ring bells, play a tambourine, wear a tutu, or sit in on the organ or piano at the drop of a hat, but this feels like I am going to have an anxiety attack. I thought my first blog would be how I chose my name. I'm obviously working through this blog stuff. It is so exposed. This will be very slow in coming together.My thoughts are very eloquent in the shower and I am amazed with my own mental prowess when I am covered in water and believing I could ever garner the respect I have for my fellow bloggers. An insightful friend told me to find my own voice. hummmmm . . . I would love to wax poetic or philosophic, but the ramblings of a menopausal flutterbrain as I flit about will have to do.
