Changes

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let thing flow naturally forward in whatever way they life. --  Lao Tzu

To imporve is to change; to be perfect is to change often. -- Winston Churchill

When I started this blog back whenever that was, I envisioned scrapbook layouts, tutorials, glory and fame.  Well, not really, but I did think posting scans of layouts and talking about them would be great fun.

It wasn't.  That just wasn't my thing.  I wasn't good at it and I did not enjoy it. So, it evolved into telling the stories behind the layouts which I found much more satisfying. And so I went along merrily for a year or so sharing layouts and stories and photographs.  Some people read them, but not too many. Then, for no reason in particular, eight months went by without a post - until last week while my family was away on vacation on my little slice of heaven on this earth - New Hamphire.

In December, however, I listened to a set of podcasts on NPR - Serial.  It told the story behind the murder of a teenage girl in Baltimore and the boyfriend found guilty of the crime. About the same time, I found a mysterious sweater in the trash.  It did not belong to me or anyone I know.  I was inspired to write my own "podcast" serial on Facebook about the investigation into the source of the sweater (a cleaning service employee tossed it after another client had given it to her, but it didn't fit.  I know - weird.) My Facebook friends enjoyed it and I discovered that I really liked the writing, especially when a bit of humor was involved.  In fact, the most successful blog posts were the funny ones about my dogs.

So, not my blog will be evolving again - with more stories and ruminatings and musings.  There will still be photos and maybe even layouts.  I won't be changing the title as that is just way too much work and I don't want to lose what came before.

Even if no one reads this or anything that may follow, it will be here for me, my kids, whoever.  And maybe, someday, I will do something more substantial with what I have written, something involving ink and paper and bindings. I mean, you never know where life may take you.

And does it really matter how long it takes for anyone to find what one really wants to do?

Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most. --  Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment