Life in Oregon

Never did I imagine that all my dreams would come true in one lifetime. I dreamed of too many things -- adventures, travel, having a country lifestyle, owning my own trail horse, and retiring early from a demanding career as a paralegal. I dreamed as a child that I would be a great artist. Well, I "do" art. I paint and make artsy craftsy things, but am not the famous artist I envisioned. I had more talent in writing and that one talent has led me down some interesting paths. I wrote poetry and stories, edited newsletters for organizations, and helped edit two books.



Other writing experiences included a 6 month stint as a fulltime newspaper reporter. In that role, I had to completely relearn how to tell a story. It was hard to break old habits, but my writing improved. It became more concise. It was good training, but I am not a newshound and am happy not to be meeting newspaper deadlines anymore. Now, I write for my own purposes and express my own opinions and views.



Blogging can be dumbed down writing or it can be a fine art. It's up to the blogger how he or she wants to be perceived. Every word we write is like a footprint we leave behind for others to see. It tells them we were there and perhaps we leave a few important clues about our inner selves. Were we sloppy and just thrashing around in the underbrush? Did we leave candy wrappers and soda cans behind or pearls of wisdom? I try to write with care and thought..... who knows who will read my humble ruminations? Perhaps my observations will make a tiny difference for someone. I hope so. Till tomorrow.....goodnight, dear reader.