Wonder Woman?

"Wonder" in the sense of "wondering", not the bionically engineered muscle woman of 40 or so years ago.  50 years ago?  Whenever.

Could anyone else, anyone ever, live my life?  That's what I wonder.  I think not.  I think I'm the only person capable of accomplishing such a feat.  I wouldn't trade it, but neither would anyone want to trade for it, so it works out well.  I constantly amuse myself, though there's never a guarantee the joke will  infuse to another party.  Witness the lack of "likes" on my Facebook page.  Maybe I need to choose my friends more carefully. 

So I'm reserving my blog spot for complete strangers.  I'd like to test the waters of the ethos, and see what the response might be.  I like being me.  I know how to handle rejection, and how to process the disapproval of others.  It took a few years--almost 64 now.  It also took a few experiences, which I will gradually offer to you.   I still don't think I got it entirely right, as far as God's plan for me goes, but I'm working on it. 

My  first entries will be comprised of some already written pieces, some of which were mildly well-received by my friends on Facebook, and some of which were ignored.  Each entry was fully-composed in my head before it was written.  I'm not the type of writer who says "I'm a writer, therefore, I write", so I don't make it a daily discipline. But every entry was written with a feeling of urgency.  I always think they are monumentally important, and don't see why Newsweek wouldn't want to publish My Thanksgiving Prayer  in their My Turn column, or NPR wouldn't pick up on my story about my credit issues (Goldilocks and the Three Banks).  But I would have written them no matter.  

Confusing things happen in my life, so after I get the knots out of a confusion, then I write about it.  I will be sharing details of my life that nobody else has access to, so it's important to me that my blog life and my real life stay separate.  I don't want to know any of you personally, no offense.  I just want to use you to sort things out, and through your comments, try to make my life connect better. 
 
Or not.  I can honestly tell you that my tolerance for the thinking of others is thinning over the years. I'd like to get back to my old idealism, and truly to my core, understand that it's our differences that make us human.  I want to believe that Alan Watts was correct in his assumptions when he wrote a great little book called The Wisdom of Insecurity.  But before that, I need to get a few things off my chest.

To any who follow along, I want to thank you very much.