Beginnings...

I write, all the time, in my journal, but I guess a "blog" is more interactive. I do like the idea that I can view how many people actually visit my site, which I can not do with my journal. I always wonder, like the character in Pink Floyd's, "The Wall", if there is Anybody out there. Does anyone ever read what I have to say. (They do with my journal, because I get comments from time to time.) At least with a blog, I can count the amount of people who actually read what I have to say, but have no comment to make.

Beginnings -- cliche name for a first blog entry, but fitting.

My son is beginning his adult life today, turning 21. He is also in his first few months of active duty with the Air Force, currently enrolled in his tech school, and I'm very proud of him.

I am beginning to realize my own mortality, questioning what lies beyond my kids growing up. I don't feel much older than 21 myself most days, and feel at least 80 on other days. My mindset won't allow me to grow old, though, because I don't have time for it. There is too much life left to live yet, and not enough time to live it. Sometimes time is all we have, yet there never seems to be enough of it. What a paradox!