I often think deep. I observe mine and others’ behavior, then analyze. This is the theme of my blog, thinking deep, introspecting and discovering ways to overcome. I rarely run out of ideas. My poor husband has to hear my analyses just about every day at dinner or in the car.
If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.
Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.
I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Naïve or street smart? Happy or lonely?
Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.
I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .
I’m about to make a confession. I hope my blogging community will understand and stick together with me. I’ve grown so fond of your presence over the years.
Okay, ready? Deep breath.