I began blogging several years ago and turned those blog posts into four little books. I began to wonder if my online footprint was bigger than I wanted it to be so I took all of the posts down.
Having the blog allowed me to think out loud and work through a number of issues that had plagued me since childhood. I keep thinking that I am finished dealing with those issues, but over and over I dredge them up.
When I was younger, I was busy with the day to day work that had to be done to keep a household running. Now I have a great deal more time to wonder about what was happening while I was on auto pilot. I have begun to realize that things that I took for granted as the truth may not have been quite that black and white. My view of life was colored by the people and situations that were part of my life. I never stopped to think that those situations weren't universal, that other people had different expectations than I did because of the limited reach of my personal experience.
Some of my world view has been colored just by the timeline of my life. I grew up at the dawning of the woman's movement back in the Ozzie and Harriet days of the 1950s when women wore dresses even at home. Easter is coming up soon and then Mother's Day. When I was a child each of us got a new Easter outfit complete with little white gloves and hats for church. On Mother's Day each of us had either a red or white carnation corsage to wear. Ladies wore nylons with seams up the back, held up with garter belts or girdles. Mamie Eisenhower was the First Lady and we all dressed a lot like she did.
I'm not sure if I have any new observations to make that are relevant. Now days I spend several hours a day listening to podcasts by various people including Oprah, Gretchen Rubin, Jess and K.J., and Liz and Sarah, and NPR. Those people, who are one and all a generation younger than me, have grown up with an entirely different view of life. Maybe I'm no longer relevant.
