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     We put off things. Things we should do, or feel we should do. I'm 47 and since I was 12 I've heard, "You should write" or "You should be a writer." Writing is good for the souls of those who do it and those who connect with the writer. I've always said I'd start someday. For 35 years I've put it off. I have the occasional journal entry, letter or poem. But the novel I daydreamed would sometime hatch on it's own never did.

Facebook relieves me of some of the overflowing words in the brain, and it feels good. My kid's aren't really pleased. What I've discovered is I'm not a novelist. There will be no engaging, romantic characters or suspenseful murder mysteries coming from my imagination. My brain is too overwhelmed dealing with the here and now to conjure up such stuff. And seeing as how it took me this long to get a blog going, I'd be dead before I ever finished it. So, here is my blog. The title comes from the way I feel about life. It's a balancing act for sure. We are constantly leaning one way or another, shakily trying to figure out how to stay up,  gripping with our toes to hang on. One minute we are giddy with excitement, feeling the security of the harness. Then the cord dangles at our feet. We realize we are attached to nothing and we cannot see a net. Thankfully there are those willing to grab us if we should fall. We learn as we go and the view is beautiful. Most of the time.

This is a place for me to think out loud to contemplate, wonder and question. To applaud people and the universe when they deserve it. To vent, and occasionally spew venom, when they do not.

I love pen and notebooks, but spell check, delete and the enter key are easier than dictionaries, erasing holes in the paper and finding a publisher. If you choose to read my posts, I hope you will feel uplifted or validated. I hope you will laugh. I love funny, but sometimes I get serious and I have heard, 'You made me cry', more than a few times after someone has read something I wrote. Tears can  be therapeutic. Don't fret.

I apologize ahead of time if I offend you. Occasionally, I can go off the deep end. You can always leave. But I hope you won't.

If I have figured this thing out right you can leave comments. I'd love to hear from you.

Sally