new to me

For what seems like days, I've been trying to acquaint myself with the world of blogging and am slowly taking it all in.

This is new to me.

I've been doing a lot of sitting here, legs crossed, up on the couch. My thought pattern? Disorderly at best. I've been thinking a little about how I've always loved writing and a lot about where to begin.

And end.

Endings are important. They make sense of the beginnings. They lead you to them. I like all of them. The happy ones. The sad ones. The ones that make me think or feel.  The ones that I think on long after they're read.

So I guess this is a timid beginning. A kind of growing place. A possibility. I wonder where it'll end?

I wonder what it will grow...