A friend started me on blogging, he'd been doing it for several years and seemed so involved. I didn't quite get it. I love to write, but ... how naked. Out there. Identifiably? But god, it looked fun.
His tag line is/was: "And I'm tap-tap-tapping as fast as I can." I wanted to dance.
It took me some courage to write publicly. For a long time, only that one friend could connect the private me with the blog. As time went on, I shared this space with more personal friends. But still, I was a fat girl dancing in the dark, fearless.
I don't feel that way any more. I don't care that I've got no rhythm. I am who I am. But there are things I want to write about that I cannot share with the current readership. The past is a succession of lessons. One is: I had it, I loved it, I let it go.
So I'm writing, tap-tap-tapping, elsewhere and if you want to read me, drop me a line. I still tap dance best as a solo. That doesn't mean I don't need an audience.
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