In June of 2006 I created my first blog as a response to being labeled blogless on a knitting blog I was following as a participant in a sock swap. What is a sock swap you ask? Well, it’s a group of crazy knitters who’ve agreed to throw their names in a hat and get matched with another crazy knitter for whom they shall knit a pair of socks. Sometimes, the pair is matched; I knit you a pair of socks, you knit me a pair of socks. And, sometimes, it’s a little more random than that and more of a secret, sock pal kind of thing – think secret Santa at work. The knitter hosting the swap typically has a list of participants with their blogs listed in parentheses by their name. Well, there I was with “blogless” in parentheses. It was simply too shameful to continue being called out in this manner, so I created a blog. It lasted with great enthusiasm for about four years and then sporadically for another four or five give or take a year. At any rate, Doogle Knits lives on and is still available for your reading enjoyment.
Fast forward to May of 2018; a friend, colleague, physician, and generous citizen of this world died tragically doing what she loved. She was my age and her death prompted me to begin living the life I wanted to live because who knows when your final moment is coming. Life is just too short to do anything else. To that end, I left Tampa and moved to my perfect place, a place I had been dreaming of for more than a decade. In many ways it had always been just out of reach for one reason or another – there were jobs that didn’t work out, jobs that didn’t pay enough, and the ever present fear of not knowing if it would work out when it didn’t make financial sense. The year before fear had won and I didn’t go. I mourned the lost opportunity and I made a promise to myself that, if I got another chance, I wouldn’t let fear or financial sense stand in my way. The opportunity came and it still didn’t make financial sense to go, but I went anyway. And it was absolutely, without a doubt, the right choice.
Since that time, I’ve continued to ensure that I’m living the life I want to live and manifesting my dreams, one of which has always been to be a writer. But you can’t be a writer without writing. So, I’m writing again, and I’ve created this blog to share the miscellaneous meanderings of my mind and even some more concrete projects – dare I say books. More on that later . . .
3 thoughts on “The Past and Present”
I’m so glad you decided to pursue your writing, and I like what you promised yourself. Life is so short, we don’t need to live with regrets.
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Thank you for your kind words. Life is indeed far too short not to do something you love. And, here we are, both of us, moving in the direction of our dreams.
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Moving toward my dream is a dream in itself! So nice to meet a fellow traveler.
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