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Once a day? I'm not sure I can still do it "once a day"!

Anybody here can scroll just a few posts down and see (embarrassingly to me) that I began this blog in 2005.  WHAT??  Yup.  I have always been a frustrated writer and even a bit of an artist, but I couldn't be disciplined.  Well, I could at some things, but writing juices come and go.

So, my long-time pal, Sid is doing an amazing job at first creating and then posting to a new blog and she is holding herself accountable for once a day.  Again I say, "WHAT???"!

I like the idea, I've tried this before, and so, I am going to give it a run.  Please don't keep count for me, I can do that.

Today's post is just a gathering of the kindling, a sparking of the pilot light.  I promise to do better.  And, more.  Exercising your accountability muscles are scary, and necessary.  One fantasizes about growing in ways unimagined.  Forgive me for also pulling old blog posts of my on other pages into this one.  I think I will do this.  I just want a record; all in one place.  Hope that's ok with you, whomever you may be.  Read or don't.  I am not offended.

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