When people tell me they read my blog.

It's a kind of strange feeling.

It makes me think there are people, I mean real people out there reading these words. Some people think that by reading them they know me. Ha! That’s a good one. Maybe they do.

Do people know someone because of the words they say? Of the words they write?

I’m not certain. I think people who know me are people who I grew up with. They are people who spend time with me just doing nothing, people who stand next to me when we are washing vegetables and preparing meals for our families.

They are friends who stop by my house and drop off odd things that make me smile, like cat food, like coffee, like a book, like cool things like that.

My favortite compliment is that I’m good at computers. Who in today’s world is not good at computers? They are so easy. I like to ask them what they mean. They say, You know, the way you get up your pictures and display the information.

Get informed. Read.

I tell them I think anyone could do it. I mean that. What does it take to write a few words and slap on a few pictures to get your point across?

My friend’s friend said to me, you know what we say about your blog? That it’s kind of weird. That what you write is a bit out there, a bit philosophical.

Oh really?

That’s a good one. Strange, I mean, weird, that people haven’t gone so far as to write that in my comments below. Why not? I don’t know. My favorite comments remain those who say I am good technically or that they feel like they are sitting across the table from me having tea.

I like when people write or say to me that they like my blog. Certainly. Of course that’s a nice thing to say. Thank you to the people who have taken the two minutes out of their day to support my tiny efforts.

But does it make a difference? Does it in my or your world make a difference if a person writes a blog post and then shares it with the world?

I don't think so.

Unless you can learn something from the other. I often say that what I know is very limited. As I get older, the knowledge, awareness, and wisdom seems to be rapidly diminishing.

Ready.

I’m not saying I’ve got Alzheimer’s or dementia or Attention Deficit Disorder. I’m saying that as I get older, the 20 year old who seemed to know everything has become the nearly 50 year old who seems to know little. It’s kind of fun if you ask me.

The thing is that as my numbers grow, so does my self consciousness. I mean, there you are reading this, maybe smiling, maybe shaking your head and smiling and nodding. Or there you are thinking, what she is writing makes absolutely no sense at all.

Does it have to?

I have a message for my 3o year reunion friends who are meeting up in July. I was the Class President so I think it only apt to say to you that I hope you are doing well in life. I believe that in life we must always follow our dreams. We should always believe in ourselves. Never give up! I believe in your power to make changes for a positive future. I believe that our future lies in our decisions and the way we talk to people. I believe it lies in our word choices. I believe our children bring forth our values to their children.

Making a house a home.

I am so proud of our graduating class! I remember when we stood there during our commencement ceremony all in our rows, in our gowns as they called our names one at a time thinking what an extraordinarily proud moment it was.

Our motto for our high school being Canyon Pride. It remains. Once a Canyon Cowboy, Always a Cowboy. That has remained true for so many of us who have reconnected over the years.

Well, before I go on rambling anymore, I just wanted to say keep up the good work, keep smiling and thank you for stopping by and reading.

Hope you are well.

As always, I pray this post finds you lovely, lucky and in love.

Julie