It’s Not Here

 I’ve decided that all I want is for people to see and not react.  When I write something here I’ll usually get a reaction from my wife and maybe I write for her and no so much for anyone else.  But I get a number of readers each day, which is good.  Too much reaction overloads my brain.  I’m better with a few than many.  It’s not that I like my wife to react, because sometimes she doesn’t.  I’ve had to learn to write and not care about reactions and numbers.

Caring means I can get jealous of those with numbers.  I’ve had to learn not to care.  What you won’t find here are numbers.  I don’t post for numbers.  I post to put it out there and let God worry about who sees it.  So, you won’t find much traction to what I do on social media.  I might do what I do because it needs to be said—by me.  I need to say it if just for myself.

This one isn’t long this morning.  This is something I just want to say today.  I almost didn’t post this morning, but got to thinking about why I write.  I do it for the exercise of my brain.  Forming sentences and paragraphs requires thought.  I smoke my pipe while thinking and meditating.  My pipe this morning is my Angel pipe I smoke only on Sunday.  My tobacco is my own blend.  My coffee this morning is Bella Maria.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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