Many bloggers recycle their blogs. As a recycling enthusiast, I thought this a wonderful concept. So I began looking through some of my older posts. I got through very few however, because – although I enjoy rereading my writing, I found I wasn’t quite there anymore.

Does this mean I’m enlightened? Hardly. But it does mean I’m in motion. My life is fluid, the opposite of stuck. And busy. Which puts me in the position of having to think of something that is going on each week that pulls on me enough to want to share it.

I was quite prolific when in the throes of grief, or on a splendid vacation – but it is harder for me to share the mundane aspects of daily life, because they don’t register as worthy enough on my Richter scale.

Do I want to share that it is problematic for my GPS to locate the library that my New Haven writer’s group meets at, therefore I’m interested in changing the venue? Or that the girlfriend of my second son found a new job she loves? Or that my first son and his fiance are marrying in July, and contemplating the purchase of a franchise?

While all of the above hold import and promise, in order to write a blog about any of them, it would depend on how I was affected.

Because, selfishly or otherwise, this is  Wendy Karasin’s baby boomer musings blog.

What is next for me? In July I will become a mother in law. Eventually also a grandmother – now that is big! and I’m certain I’ll have a great deal to say about that. And with four offspring, that will likely happen more than once.

I also hope to publish smaller pieces – poems, personal essays, prose. Although this does present a challenge as I find myself beset with possible publications, whether they are good for me, whether I will be rejected by them.  Although this remains a big part of a publishing writer’s life, it always stings a little.

I have rambled enough for this Monday morning.