January Blog

The past couple years, I have done a sort of blog challenge. I used prompts from Pinterest, and tried a blog a day. I don't think I actually blogged 31 straight days in January either year. That is pretty par for the course for me when it comes to that sort of thing. Of course, if by blogging thirty-one consecutive days I could create world peace or find the cure for cancer, I would be a bit more diligent. Since absolutely nothing whatsoever hangs in the balance, let me just say that I hope to write a blog entry several days this month.

Prompts from Pinterest and other sources have failed to inspire me this January. I may use some random prompts, subjects that catch my fancy, but most of what I will write will be a sort of stream of consciousness prompted by my own observations.

A post on FB caused me to think about the discrepancies we all have between our public selves and our private selves. I know a few folks whose private selves would shock and stun those who only know them in a public way. Their sweetness in public belies their bitter dispositions exhibited at home. I am most grateful that my husband and offspring are not among that group. Mr. L and my children, in particular, present to the world what  they exhibit within their four walls. Of the four of us, I would be the one most guilty of artifice. My private self cusses more than my public self. My private self can go on a bit of a rant about politics, or other issues, but I meticulously avoid going there in public. There is enough hot air out there without my adding to it. Both my public and private selves try to be meticulously honest, so if I compliment someone, I sincerely mean it. I might, however, say something along the lines of, "I've never seen anything quite like it," when someone asks my opinion of  something they think is quite beautiful and that I find perfectly hideous. I consider that being polite. Others might see dishonesty.

So, a bit more of the private me might present itself this month. Streams of consciousness can do that.  Don't be anticipating, if anyone is anticipating anything here, lots of foul language or brilliant political commentary. It's just the ramblings of a Medicare eligible grandmother on her annual pilgrimage to the beach.