Welcome! to what I lovingly refer to as the Salty-blog.
That name was taken. I know, I know, it’s great. Sigh.
But Words with Salt is just as nice 😀
And so here she is (cue music). My new blog!
We get to be many things in this grand ole opera called life. Lots of hats to wear, or pants, and I felt that in order to categorize these things one must sometimes make lists. Or blogs. Or movies, but I like to start small.
My growth and experience is not the same as someone else’s and so it’s great because the blogs I read, be that inspirational, author memoirs, equestrian, and so on, show perfectly that life is vastly varied while at the same time we’re tied together by so many commonalities. I almost always find another way to look at things, maybe some enlightening struggle through faith, or even just how to bake a better cake through other people’s cathartic wall-mall.
I cherish the output of so many in this technical age, and some of them show strife like a badge of honor through crisis and frustration, not gloating mind you, but those that wear the scars of their past fearlessly turning them into a conversation piece filled with sage advice and learned wisdom — that part… I find fascinating.
It felt like a party I’d like to join and since my other blogs are sectioned off with velvet ropes strictly for authorship and riding, and there was that one floppy blog where I went through a beatnik period with beret hats whilst smoking and writing poetry…but we shall not remember that now shall we. Shall we!
The educational process is not a straight line. In life we zig, we zag, we drop off the face of the earth before standing in a room filled with people screaming, “I’m talking loudly!” Just me…? Okay then, but certainly we understand the ebb and flow of our vicious and sometimes lovely cycle, or more basically the one hundred mile per hour day that then suddenly halts to a crawl where you play the
venom-spewing patience game and hope to earn extra credit for your pilgrim’s progress.
That’s where this blog will hopefully go, from the dingy basements to the effervescent rainbows.
Plus I needed a new spot for more word-nerd evaporation so what that means for you is: Please notice the fasten seat-belt sign and the exits are not formerly labeled because we’ve actually kidnapped you for this blog.
And if you’re reading this Grandma, hi, and I miss you.
Don’t worry, I promise a more controversial topic in the future. *gets salt ready*