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Where does a first-time blogger begin? Does it depend on the intention of the blog space? If so, and the intention of this space is merely to enjoy joint sharing with other writers, then possibly I begin with naked vulnerability.

Never taken a writing course in my life. Nor have I ever shared with other writers, except high school English teachers who also may have happened to be writers. Or my friends, the recipients of my sometimes rambling letters, their frequency and verbosity waning in the adolescence of the digital landscape.  Why now? After nearly 60 years of yearning for a more formalized venue for exploring creative expression through the written word than shared letters and bedside dream journals, it has come to this. I have come to this.

Asking myself about the intended “theme” of this blog makes about as  much sense as asking me what color shirt I’ll be wearing on August 3, 2020. The whims of my subjects are often as fickle as the weather in the tropics – rain, sun, rain and sun, sun and wind, wind and rain, changing as the whispering barometric crystal ball casts its spell.  Yet, even in the tropics, the unifying theme could easily be considered “transition.”

There’s no lost symbolism in this theme as I lurch-glide toward the sexagenarian decade, or maybe that it forcefully cascades upon my delicate head. Aging gracefully – what does that mean? Can we be a bit stumbly-bumbly and still age with dignity? “Gracefully” somehow connotes “without challenge,” and I seriously doubt that for even the most self-actualized of individuals, there’s not a fair amount of reckoning to be done with the novelty presenting itself in our mature/senior/sunset/post-middle-age, whatever in the heck we struggle not to call it years.

My preferred definition of “graceful” is “polite or kind.” Maybe I can strive for achieving this definition of grace as I fumble my way through some of the myriad transitions presented by advancing time. As far as being a late-bloomer in the blogosphere, I will strive to approach this endeavor with this same kind of grace – not always without difficulty, certainly not always smoothly, but earnestly attempting to remain polite and kind.