Soul searching

So AGMA’s been at Dancing Goats for 2 hours and has yet to start a new blog post,

I’ve been catching up with old friends and replying to comments.  And reading posts I should have read last week, month, year.

So many words, so little time!

Since I recently celebrated my 5th anniversary of blogging, I thought it would be tons of fun to repost AGMAs very first post.

I just read it over.  And I have to say I was much less “wordy” back then. I know many of you would wish AGMA return to that original succinct format.

Nah baby nah.

And, sad to say, I didn’t do most of those things in 2014 and still haven’t.  Still, 4 out of 10 isn’t too bad.

No, really, it sucks.  I have to say I am a bit shocked I still have 6 open times on my list from 5 years ago.

I need to do some serious soul searching.

But putting my present emotional life crisis aside, I present, for your enjoyment and amusement, AGMA’s very first blog post on WordPress:

George Eliot’s 2014 throw down

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

Chewy, hopeful words penned by Mary Anne Evans (1819-1880), aka George Eliot, British novelist and one of the leading writers of the Victorian Era.  I am all over that Mary Anne, you wild child you!  2014 – no resolutions – just being resolute.

The year to learn how to ride a bicycle.

The year to zip line for the first time.

The year to maybe entertain the notion of training for a marathon.  Did I say that out loud?

The year to keep the promise made when I started massage school in 2008.

The year to add a little bit of sugar to some not-so-sweet relationships – ouch!

The year to visit The Clermont Lounge and Johnnies Hideaway. Yeah – I said it!

The year of long hugs, thank you very much Linda!

The year to climb a bridge and visit Middle Earth.

The year to start blogging.

The year to enter a new decade of life.

Really nothing that would register above a 3 on the “Isn’t my life fabulous?” Richter scale, but the beginnings of throwing off and putting on and continuing to discover what is yet to be.  And you?

George Eliot’s 2014 throw down

“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”

Chewy, hopeful words penned by Mary Anne Evans (1819-1880), aka George Eliot, British novelist and one of the leading writers of the Victorian Era.  I am all over that Mary Anne, you wild child you!  2014 – no resolutions – just being resolute.

The year to learn how to ride a bicycle.

The year to zip line for the first time.

The year to maybe entertain the notion of training for a marathon.  Did I say that out loud?

The year to keep the promise made when I started massage school in 2008.

The year to add a little bit of sugar to some not-so-sweet relationships – ouch!

The year to visit The Clermont Lounge and Johnnies Hideaway. Yeah – I said it!

The year of long hugs, thank you very much Linda!

The year to climb a bridge and visit Middle Earth.

The year to start blogging.

The year to enter a new decade of life.

Really nothing that would register above a 3 on the “Isn’t my life fabulous?” Richter scale, but the beginnings of throwing off and putting on and continuing to discover what is yet to be.  And you?