Nana Renanalogies

No, it's not Alzheimer's yet. Altho ' at times..... nevermind . The other day, I read a message on a church sign, that I've been mulling over: "WHAT YOU DO IS WHO YOU ARE" The possibilities are overwhelming if you think about it. But ultimately, boil it all down....it is true. Much more accurate than "You are what you eat!" We are, a cumulative product of what we do in life. Some of it is rolled up in 'role play'. We all start out the same: CHILD. Son, daughter, a sibling or a solo....none of us get here full grown, and from birth on, we are constantly fulfilling SOME role in SOMEONE'S life until the day we die -- and then we fill a box and a nicely dug hole. Between those oh-so-common beginnings and endings. There are many paths we might take -- with a variety of roles to play. Some of mine are wife, friend, mother, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, neighbor, co-worker..... you get the point. But more than those roles we ARE, are the...

Still tagging on to yesterday's tho't , I'm pondering the abrupt creation of 'Nana Renanalogies .' For so long I found it an interesting personal paradox . On the one hand, the idea of writing something and posting it -- OUT THERE -- FOREVER -- for all the Universe to see -- seemed incredibly pretentious to me. Sort of like chattering to hear oneself speak, yet expecting everyone to want to listen. (Don't get defensive, this isn't a judgement, just my personal perception.) And on the other hand, I've never had the slightest hesitation turning any captive audience into hostages with my thoughts, opinions and anecdotes. I've been accused -- and rightfully so -- of having chronic verbal diarrhea. And it's not limited to the unlucky customer in the check-out line or patient in the doctor's waiting room or the poor unfortunate soul stuck next to me in the airline seat. No, I'm equally confident in text. Was a HUGE pen pal letter writer --...

I have this sensation of that herky-jerky ride up the first hill of a rollercoaster, only I'm blinded by a white text box and choked by my own FOTU. Then I remember -- it's only a BLOG, for pity's sake!! There are FIVE YEAR OLDS who blog. So, [deep-cleansing breath] HERE I GO! "Today I am a blogger!" Fear Of The Unknown -- isn't it funny how that didn't used to be something you were aware of? Oh, it was there. You just didn't recognize it for what it was. Now, I see that familiar 'presence' around every corner. Egads!! "How LONG has that been there watching me, waiting for me to... mess up embarrass myself do irreparable damage to someone or something I love fall flat on my face FAIL There -- I said it. Biggest, ugliest "F" word there ever was. FAIL Well guess what -- prettier, smarter, richer people than me fail every day. And they do just what I intend to do -- get up, dust myself off and try again. If you fail 10 ti...