Love Is... What It's All About

                I was 40 years old when I decided to write one blog per day for a year.  Memories, Insights and a Kickass Playlist. I wanted to challenge myself to do something I had never done before. I wanted to publish a book. Although I ended the year with enough stories to bring my dream to reality, my finished product was not as complete as I had originally planned.  After almost a month of daily posts, I began to realize just how daunting a task I had taken on. A blog a day was simply too much. I had neither the time nor the content to bring my goal to fruition. So, I started punching out blogs at various intervals and finally ended up with 75 posts at the end of the year.

Although I fell well short of my target, I was still pretty proud of myself at the end of 2012. I hadn’t hit publish every day, but I had consistently been at the computer. Writing. Sharing. Reflecting. For me, that was enough. It was a cathartic year in which I was able to release a lot of thoughts and ideas that normally wouldn’t have slipped off my tongue. Beyond that, a few years later, in 2018, I actually scratched publishing a book off of my bucket list. Not too shabby.

Now, at 53, I have once again taken to my computer in an attempt to begin another blog. Love is… The reason for starting a new blog is twofold. Firstly (and most importantly) I have lost/forgotten the password to my WordPress account. ☹ What is it they say? The first thing to go is your memory… Maybe it is for the best, though, as the second reason for starting this blog is completely different.

Recently, I have found myself staring into a hazy darkness. Not in terms of me or my family. Just people. Humanity. Life in general. Maybe it’s me processing my dad’s passing. Maybe it’s me listening to too many podcasts that feed me with existential threats that seem to plague the world. Maybe it’s the constant bombardment of wars, disasters, and general strife. Maybe it’s all of this. Or maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, it has caused me to lose my sense of optimism. My sense centeredness. My sense of peace.  And that, for me, is problematic. I hate being pessimistic. I used to pride myself on being that glass half full kind of a guy. But now, I can’t help but focus on the emptiness.  And that brings me to this blog.  

I am going to try and sit down once a week and reflect upon one piece of happiness, love or joy that I have seen in the world. I hope that with a bit of effort, I will escape this bleak outlook I have adopted and I will be able to find the happiness that I know is hidden deep within me. And so, let me begin with the hope that….

Love is…