Rebirth

so i'm thinking that life is an endless process of rebirths. 'sepsblog' is no more. i burned it as an exercise in letting go and not being too attached, and self-important. and i saw a need to start over the right way.

i'm completely losing my mind after countless nights on the net, reading oh so many blogs and links to sites and then starting to feel like i know it all. i keep giving myself 30 minutes - yeah right!

i don't know it all and for sure it's all been said before. so i'm not here to reinvent the wheel, just to be on the scene. want to continue to connect with the stream of conscious dialogue that has awakened something in me that's been in cold storage, hibernating through our world's winter hour.

i find it has been an effort enough to read and learn and allow myself to suffer and feel for people and their lot, whether they be a unarmored soldier, or gold star mom or Big Tanky in her stick car or the hun getting the party started at bring the beef.

and, as if that wasn't enough, i'm 'in' on the whole armor thing afterall, after being a boob and all emotional and wanting to deny our troops in need or my ability to really help. or both.

not being numb is good. i heard bob marley sing No Woman No Cry today and was crying well before he started tellin me not to. so im emotional. all this blogging. what's that song about really? sharing oatmeal? maybe that's what we're doing here too.

and then i put the song on repeat just so i wouldn't numb up again but stay in that place, feeling something about someone other than myself for a change.

wish i'd read her thoughts on blogging before i started 2 weeks ago. radiohumper rocks and rules.

if I know you ... you probably want to check out how to buy armor and adopt an army unit with more reservoir than tarantino here and here.

need sleep.