Without the Grace to See it.... Seven

When I was little, I had a diary.  

It was a Snoopy diary.  I didn't write anything of any importance in it. because my over-riding thought was, "what if I wrote my deepest darkest thoughts in here, and something happened to me, and that's what people read". 

Seven years ago;  I stumbled upon Blip via a shared linked on Twitter.   I was hooked. 

I work on the same basis here - I don't write my deepest darkest thoughts, because this is my public journal, and I don't want anyone who reads it to think i'm a dark and brooding person. 

For seven years, I've written something positive,  something upbeat, underneath a photo and shared it.     

And that is the joy of Blip.  

I write something happy, and I am happy.  You are happy!  The world is a happier place. 

and Basically, apart from the grey hair - I haven't changed one Iota. 

:-) 

Happy Blip Day To Me. 











PS I'm sorry about the sad story yesterday - I wrote it, because that is what the play park reminds me of; and I regretted posting it the minute I did :-)