My First Post (albeit shamefully desultory)

Here it is. My blog. I wonder how often those words have been used on someone's first blog post.

I've contemplated the content of this first blog post more than I'd like to admit. I keep coming back to one question: Where do I begin?!

Perhaps I could start with something innocuous like the events of my week thus far. But it really hasn't been much of a week. Although the cat falling in the bathtub was quite the event!

I suppose I could start with something bouyant like the upcoming Winnipeg Folk Festival! But it makes more sense to write about that after the festival, when I have some fresh stories to share.

There's a part of me that wants to delve into something reflective and consequential; to start telling tales of the demise of my marriage & where I think things went wrong, what I used to wish I had done differently and why I'm so content with who I've become by hiking along this uncultivated path.

I find myself wanting to entertain with my words, my thoughts. Heaven forbid I'm ever boring! I need to keep in mind that there's something lovely in being staid, and that I need that balance in my life. I absolutely need to return to my meditation schedule.

I could write about any of those things; all of them, really. If I wanted to. But right now, I just want to go eat a bowl of Cheerios.

I'll find the right place to start yet...