Yes! Thanks you for the almighty power that is WordPress.com, a free service the bloggers. I have made two major discoveries as to why I could not view my hard work with myopic eye condition. The font size was the key.
First, the font size number two was found from one of my poems entitled: ‘20060402-Perfect Puppy’ while reviewing my category of ‘Poems About Me.’ As a test, this worked nicely as I edited rest of my mostly black colored fonts under this category.
I began to see how html codes works as I tried to edit my poems with colors other than black. This is where I made a second discovery — colors should be ‘span styles’ and not ‘font styles,’ which were followed by a bunch of lower case letters ‘f.
I began to hate html codes more so than ever before because there is more that a blog site could do to offer the users more ease and flexiblitiy. Sure this is a free online service but some control is lost when the blogger is not proficient as programmers.
The compromise was the font style, at least for me. I have favored the font style of ‘Georgia’ for most of my blogs from the Yahoo! 360 accounts but WordPress.com allows only its default for security reasons.
Fine! I’ll live with what is currently available and keep blogging without worrying how imperfect and ugly my blog site could be from not being able to use certain layouts without having to re-edit each one whenever my beautiful mind could locate any flaws lurking anywhere in my blog entries.
Today is gray and cloudy. The weather itself reflects my health condition. I’ve been feeling stuffy in the ears, nose and throat since around 04:00PM last Sunday, 05-27-2007 after walking outdoors under the sycamore trees with Cunning, a close friend of Twit and a Realtor with an office in Fremont, CA.
I started coughing as if chocking on something while both of us were in the living room and about to leave my home. This was after Paw called from the party over at the home of Brat.
I’ve been coughing, obviously, to annoying co-workers a few minutes ago and all of yesterday. The venti, green tea latte of $3.25 from this morning is helping to sooth my coughing spells. A Benadryl from last evening dried up whatever allergen may be contributed to my ‘flu-like’ symptoms.
The boogers are clear and I believe is really allergy related to dust, molds, weeds and grass that I inhaled from the air last Sunday. I should really get out more often and boost my immunity. There is really nothing wrong with the outdoors. I happen to prefer indoors.
As a result, I cannot step away from blogging upstairs and at work. But this would be considered my break time; since we are not allowed to update our system until further notice.
I could call in sick because I do have lots of paid time off hours but am not contagious. I wonder if the co-workers who cough around here are contagious. I do not know or care.
STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL
From the Desk of: ENGR. Owen Frank
Ministry of Public Works
( MEMO)
Atttention,
With great pleasure I am writing this proposal on behalf of my partners. A
member of our government trade delegation to your country gave your profile
to me. Hence I have decided to seek your cooperation and assistance in a
business of mutual benefit by sending this letter.
There is a program currently on, in the department where I work as projects
director. Inviting holders with proof of government indebtedness that stands
at an envisaged accruing interest of GPB545.2 million on projects and
supplies, to submit same to enable their claims go through payment process.
Some of these debts have been redeemed in their principal component leaving
behind accrued interest portion unpaid.Within the Ministry of public works
where I work, we have been able to record an accrued interest bills of
Eleven million Great british pounds (GPB11M) on supplies which we have in
principle, an approval to remit overseas. This we can do by appropriate
forms of documentation with application for claim to reflect the approval
and payment.Our constraint is to be able to source a trustworthy individual,
to whom we can remit this fund and act as trustee, since our period of
disengagement from the civil service is near.
We are presently affected by the Uk civil service code of conduct, which
prohibits civil servants from operating foreign accounts. Moreover, I have
the authority with my partners to propose whether you be willing to assist
us in this transaction, you will be highly compensated on percentage bases.
This transaction should be handled with utmost secrecy and confidentiality.
Furthermore, your area of specialization is not a hindrance to the
successful execution of this transaction. indicate your willingness as a
partner. Please i need your telephone number and any other contact details.
I will forward a copy of my passport in the next mail for proper
identification.
BEST REGARD
Engr. OWEN FRANK
Ministry of Public Works RUTHWELL,
DUMFRIES DGI4NN
LONDON UK.
grace williams <gracewiliam_37@hotmail.com> wrote:
From: grace williams <gracewiliam_37@hotmail.com>
Subject: Good Morning
Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 08:30:45 +0000
Good Morning
I know that it will be very surprise to you who we are and why we decided to contact you. In all it is due to our situation that made me and my brother to contact you. My name is Grace Williams and my brother’s name is John Williams. We are from Sierra-Leon in West Africa . Our situation is very pitiful and our condition is very sorrowful due to we are ophan.We lost our father during the civil war in my country Sierra-Leon, the day rebel soldiers came into our house by 4:00AM on that memorable day and took away our father, we never saw him again until after four days his beheaded body was found one kilometre away from our home in Free-town the capital city of Sierra-Leon.Before his death our father was the director of finance in the Ministry of Mine and Energy between 1994-1998. It was after the death of our father that our mother took us to Abidjan Coté D’ Ivoire where we are now. It was unfortunate that our mother died last year 16th of November after battling with cancer for four years. This now left i and my sister orphans.Despite every thing it has not been easy with me and my sister due to pressure coming from our immediate relations. They tried to take away from our mother the little thing our father left before his death. This made my father’s brothers to hate our mother because she did not agree to disclose to them where our father financial wealth is kept.Since the burial of our mother they are on my neck to give them some of my father’s documents and personal files. What troubles me most is constant treat to my life. This has made me and my sister to relocate to a unknown place outside Abidjan Capital of Cot d’Ivoire . We are now at a place called BASSAM 10killometers from Abidjan . There we are now. Please our good friend we are in dear need of your help.I have right now in my hand a certificate of prove of money our father deposited with a security house here in Abidjan Coté d’ Ivoire . My mother before her death she told us that the deposit is twenty Million US dollars (US$20,000.000). Our father moves this money out from Sierra-Leon at the middle of the civil war and deposited it in a security house in Abidjan .Our dear friend our request from you is to help us move this money out from this security house to your country and help us come down to your country and start a new life there. I and my brother will give you 30% of this money as soon as it gets to your custody and 5% will be for any thing you spend to secure this money to your custody.God bless you as we look forward to hearing from you.Our Regards, Grace and John+22508800997
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First, I would like to thank myself for being up this late in the hours of night and trying to acknowledge any and all that may have crossed my path in this current lifetime. This would be imm to impossible since each person, animal, plant, mineral and the undefined way, shape or form is and has been already part me and as I to them. This is basically a unified concept of how one’s actions, words, thoughts and deeds affect others, whether knowingly or not. By thanking myself, I thank the Creator for allowing me to exist at this moment in time and space, to express these aspects of my various realities here and now and to share my simple world going forward.
Second is my family. These are my parents who have also created me from birth and walked me through my growing years and into adulthood. They understand and love me with kindness and patience regardless of my limitation to reciprocate to their expectations of love. My brother is also a blessing in disguise despite my ongoing battle to contain the jealousy of having a competitor for affections and attentions from our parental units. Together, they create a bond that keeps me whole, well rounded and spoiled. My experiences with them provide good blogging material, too.
The third is the warriors who have loved and lost. These gifted folks continue to play a vital role in my awakening. After having participated on an online chatting session in their forum, I’ve started my online journals (or blogs) on Valentine’s Day of February 14, 2006. This day not only marked a pagan celebration among kindred hearts but the acceptance of both the love to earn my place on this planet and the victory to overcome my many challenges in this life time. I have been inspired to write my memoirs in this manner. Here is a poem dedicated to the warriors.
There are countless others from parakeets to relatives who made their way into my blogs. But gifting folks from this particular grass root movement of healing the planet have brought tears to my eyes by reading books, copters over my house by planting CB and gangs from every walk of life by annoying me, especially at work. These examples show the unified efforts of boosting by sending love with loads of fun. The success continues as humanity fully awakens and raises its awareness. And the signs and symbols of synchronicity are but other expressions of these events entered daily as blogging materials.
Other noteworthy mention is the ones who have sought my help. These are strangers whom I have never met. My encounters with them are unexplainable yet for some reason I have no real fear of them really. But maybe my curiosity invited them to allow for communication. They have found me nonetheless and I have no idea how these events are possible. They too have caused much confusion, noise and sometimes utter nonsense. But my mind continues to validate their existence through my blogs. There is no comparison in words to describe who or what they are or how and why they chose to be with me.
Finally, I want to thank someone special for taking the time to be true. Who or what that entity may be is left up to my readers.
Boss: If you are lost and feel like your world has turned upside down, do not be afraid of falling into the trap of eternal damnation. Your personal hell hole is only temporary. In order to make sense of your insane world, you’ve got to search high and low for the answers even if you must climb the treacherous flinty steps, which could ignite at any time from any false move. Whatever paths you happen to choose I wish you good luck on your way back into paradise and a warm Howdy!
Welcome to my personal weblog site! You have chosen to seek what you cannot find. Fate has directed you to experience the noise. Destiny awaits you and lessons must be learned. Thank you for visiting “The Blogging Path”!
There is an inscription to the gate of Hell that says: “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” In the beginning, there was an infinite space/time continuum of free-will until the Infinite Creator thought of love and said: “‘Let there be light!’ — (Genesis 1:1),
Light was good then and continues to separate from darkness. Consider Light as the divine truth, which shines blindingly bright as on any sunny Day and Darkness also as the divine antithesis, which is exemplified through my blogs.
At times, most of my blogs appear as rants and raves. Rightfully so are my daily experiences, filled with biting cynicism and humorless, if not witty, sarcasms, and the falling away from the grace of Day and into the loneliness of Night; and, yes, while casting beyond a reasonable doubt to some less discerning minds and spirits.
The reasoning behind my blogs is to bring to the readers a dose of my reality, to shake up theirs with those perceived “truths” offered by “experts” via mainstream media, science and academia and compare “simple” truths with new eyes through the mind of a child — moi.
It’s not brainwashing or soul-searching or attempt to debunk the fools wearing sheep or wolves clothing. But rather it’s about bringing every lost soul from a long journey back to where the heart is — Home Sweet Home!
‘God’ as a point of light.
It’s not living in an expensive, inanimate building filled with inanimate treasures or memorabilia. Home is filled with compassion, love, kindness, patience, understanding and the ability and increased awareness for any sentient being every chance and free-will to exercise ethical and moral conduct with self and each other, including the kingdoms of minerals, plants and animals, including the ethereal and astral worlds.
Where there is a promise for mercy, there is the hope for change. Where there is a guarantee for peace, there is always Love. This is my weblog: Changing your perspective on how you live your life filled with happiness, joy and prosperity.
The abundance beyond your imagination is waiting for you: Just listen well and start off by learning from your own truths and other wisdoms.
In Loving fully and Lightning bright, the Flynn.
Dedicated to warriors fighting the illusions of realities and confusions of minds and seeking Love and Light within all hearts.
Creativity is alive and has always been within us. While the ordinary blogger is free to rant and rave about anything and all that may or may not have happened, the storyteller in actuality reports on nothing but the sensational or out of the ordinary and tries to make something out of nothing at all. A blog is pretty much useless as another mundane day filled with the boredom and when all the description posted is based on chronological or hierarchical order.
A poet, on the other hand, does the same as prose writers but with more flair and spontaneity driven by the eight basic emotions the instant an inspiration arrives by thought. This is where the distinction being nothing to something could wage an eternal battle of composing one masterpiece of sometimes sheer madness while forming yet other monsters to a much larger puzzle of other truths — truths that only the mind of the creator would ever confirm exists.
The very person with the voice of a poet, eyes of a photographer, hands of a gardener and the ears of a musician may well be examples of creators in the making. And through the mind a deified genius, creating nothing to something that is all things conceivably possible is next to impossible without feedback from other sources not originating from the current observer’s point of views.
What may be beautiful for some may be horrible to another. The interpretation of any writing, whether prose or poetry, is challenging because noone could possibly be capable of dissecting any hard work with complete certainty and figuring out what the person meant in the first the place.
If this page makes sense, then bless you all. If you love reading thus far, then bless us both. Whatever happens to each blogger is fair game because each person should be recognized for unique talents and inherent qualities of sharing their written gifts to the world.
Bloggers should not have to feel isolated or left alone in their own worlds and by their own devices. The world is waiting more from those who have a part in the creative process of journal entries. However, this is not place for numbers. Or is it? I am not counting. Are you?
Imaginary Friend (Monday, 05/29/2007)
Author’s note: Oh come on! Why can’t the author write her own foreword?
This short introduction is basically about me, my surroundings and everything else unexplainable through poetry and blogs. Since my friends are limited to my family of two parental units and four parakeets at home and friends too stressed out or ‘busy’ at work, I’ve decided blogging would be a great way to let the world know that I’m perfectly content indoors near a window overlooking the backyard and the tall trees.
I’d sit on this white lawn chair with a foam cushion purchased from a local fabric store. The feeling is not too comfortable and I’d find myself shaking and stretching my legs to keep the blood circulating. Sometimes I do not notice the enormous time of sitting down is for almost another half day.
The only time I would get up is to use the toilet, drink my water from this three gallon jar filled for $0.25 a gallon afterwards or walk around a bit downstairs, eat something and to let my parents and the parakeets know I’m still alive. I hardly talk to them anymore after being tired from work and all too eager to start blogging upstairs.
My eyes would be focused in front of this fifteen inch computer monitor from years ago and is still good though small. Every once in awhile I’d look outdoors to see the birds flying around, the winds whipping the tree branches or myself at the mirrors to my right side. I would make funny faces, wave my arms in the air and look at my body getting fat from this sedentary activity of blogging.
Using my fingers and hands are essential. Besides the usefulness of scratching parts of myself, this blogger needs her fingers to navigate around the website. I do not feel tired as my thoughts continue to provide ongoing streams of blogging material. This never seems to end since this is like playing the piano, which I have since retired myself from practicing.
Instead of the loud noises from this stringed instrument, I’d hear the humming sounds of the fans installed by my brother. This is supposed to make my computer cooler but the rhythmic sounds are somewhat bothersome but tolerable amidst the noise of my typing on the keyboard. Other sounds are my parents who come upstairs, knock on the wall or holler at me to come downstairs.
This small world of mine is preoccupied with blogging for the meantime. I’ve learned so much about creating a weblog with this free service. Despite some limitations with getting my fonts and font size perfect, I may decide to pay for web hosting or a domain name. The next step is programming my website and that would make me a ‘Goshdarnit!’
I guess this ‘Something went wrong – 503 error’ means I’m doing too much for the server’s own good. Thank goodness the last paragraph above has been saved! Thanks Matt! Allelujah! Amen.
Welcome: This is yet another attempt at creating a weblog in a more organized layout. I have discontinued posting my blogs under other free services online due to the limitations of certain features, which I find more viable in under this WordPress.com account. This weblog is currently under construction and I am continually updating areas for readability. Please be sure to check back occasionally for any updates.
The primary function of Flynn’s Blogs is to post my daily events as remembered with the following purposes:
To find others like myself, define differences and redefine my reality by sharing samples of my creative writing and poetry about my personal experiences, opinions and belief systems.
To allow readers a discovery of self — an inward journey by creating new beginnings together as an outward understanding of human evolution.
My personal success has been a remarkable ability to overcome the impediment of verbally expressing myself in person through publishing online journals in private. I thank the people around me at work for allowing me the flexible hours online, at home for loving me for who I am now and online for connecting me to the realm of possibilities. Without their continued concern for my goals in the future, blogging this much would not have been made possible.
Although I have not improved much in the interpersonal relationship area or assertiveness, the tireless hours of online activity has allowed me to become more open to the public. The contribution of my creative work to the blogging community has not earned any recognition or represented any group except myself and I have learned a great deal about myself and the imaginary reaction from others whom I may never meet in person.
The opportunity to post as much as I want without the hate of being misunderstood, the fear of not being seen or heard or the loneliness of being perfect without a cause on a weblog is like the greatest friend this blogger could ever have in a lifetime.
First, I would like to thank myself for being up this late in the hours of night and trying to acknowledge any and all that may have crossed my path in this current lifetime. This would be imm to impossible since each person, animal, plant, mineral and the undefined way, shape or form is and has been already part me and as I to them. This is basically a unified concept of how one’s actions, words, thoughts and deeds affect others, whether knowingly or not. By thanking myself, I thank the Creator for allowing me to exist at this moment in time and space, to express these aspects of my various realities here and now and to share my simple world going forward.
Second is my family. These are my parents who have also created me from birth and walked me through my growing years and into adulthood. They understand and love me with kindness and patience regardless of my limitation to reciprocate to their expectations of love. My brother is also a blessing in disguise despite my ongoing battle to contain the jealousy of having a competitor for affections and attentions from our parental units. Together, they create a bond that keeps me whole, well rounded and spoiled. My experiences with them provide good blogging material, too.
The third is the warriors who have loved and lost. These gifted folks continue to play a vital role in my awakening. After having participated on an online chatting session in their forum, I’ve started my online journals (or blogs) on Valentine’s Day of February 14, 2006. This day not only marked a pagan celebration among kindred hearts but the acceptance of both the love to earn my place on this planet and the victory to overcome my many challenges in this life time. I have been inspired to write my memoirs in this manner. Here is a poem dedicated to the warriors.
There are countless others from parakeets to relatives who made their way into my blogs. But gifting folks from this particular grass root movement of healing the planet have brought tears to my eyes by reading books, copters over my house by planting CB and gangs from every walk of life by annoying me, especially at work. These examples show the unified efforts of boosting by sending love with loads of fun. The success continues as humanity fully awakens and raises its awareness. And the signs and symbols of synchronicity are but other expressions of these events entered daily as blogging materials.
Other noteworthy mention is the ones who have sought my help. These are strangers whom I have never met. My encounters with them are unexplainable yet for some reason I have no real fear of them really. But maybe my curiosity invited them to allow for communication. They have found me nonetheless and I have no idea how these events are possible. They too have caused much confusion, noise and sometimes utter nonsense. But my mind continues to validate their existence through my blogs. There is no comparison in words to describe who or what they are or how and why they chose to be with me.
Finally, I want to thank someone special for taking the time to be true. Who or what that entity may be is left up to my readers.
Boss: If you are lost and feel like your world has turned upside down, do not be afraid of falling into the trap of eternal damnation. Your personal hell hole is only temporary. In order to make sense of your insane world, you’ve got to search high and low for the answers even if you must climb the treacherous flinty steps, which could ignite at any time from any false move. Whatever paths you happen to choose I wish you good luck on your way back into paradise and a warm Howdy!
Welcome to my personal weblog site! You have chosen to seek what you cannot find. Fate has directed you to experience the noise. Destiny awaits you and lessons must be learned. Thank you for visiting “The Blogging Path”!
There is an inscription to the gate of Hell that says: “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” In the beginning, there was an infinite space/time continuum of free-will until the Infinite Creator thought of love and said: “Let there be light!” — (Genesis 1:1).
Light was good then and continues to separate from darkness. Consider Light as the divine truth, which shines blindingly bright as on any sunny Day and Darkness also as the divine antithesis, which is exemplified through my blogs.
At times, most of my blogs appear as rants and raves. Rightfully so are my daily experiences, filled with biting cynicism and humorless, if not witty, sarcasms, and the falling away from the grace of Day and into the loneliness of Night; and, yes, while casting beyond a reasonable doubt to some less discerning minds and spirits.
The reasoning behind my blogs is to bring to the readers a dose of my reality, to shake up theirs with those perceived “truths” offered by “experts” via mainstream media, science and academia and compare “simple” truths with new eyes through the mind of a child — moi.
It’s not brainwashing or soul-searching or attempt to debunk the fools wearing sheep or wolves clothing. But rather it’s about bringing every lost soul from a long journey back to where the heart is — Home Sweet Home!
‘God’ as a point of light.
It’s not living in an expensive, inanimate building filled with inanimate treasures or memorabilia. Home is filled with compassion, love, kindness, patience, understanding and the ability and increased awareness for any sentient being every chance and free-will to exercise ethical and moral conduct with self and each other, including the kingdoms of minerals, plants and animals, including the ethereal and astral worlds.
Where there is a promise for mercy, there is the hope for change. Where there is a guarantee for peace, there is always Love. This is my weblog: Changing your perspective on how you live your life filled with happiness, joy and prosperity.
The abundance beyond your imagination is waiting for you: Just listen well and start off by learning from your own truths and other wisdoms.
In Loving fully and Lightning bright, the Flynn.
Dedicated to warriors fighting the illusions of realities and confusions of minds and seeking Love and Light within all hearts.
Creativity is alive and has always been within us. While the ordinary blogger is free to rant and rave about anything and all that may or may not have happened, the storyteller in actuality reports on nothing but the sensational or out of the ordinary and tries to make something out of nothing at all. A blog is pretty much useless as another mundane day filled with the boredom and when all the description posted is based on chronological or hierarchical order.
A poet, on the other hand, does the same as prose writers but with more flair and spontaneity driven by the eight basic emotions the instant an inspiration arrives by thought. This is where the distinction being nothing to something could wage an eternal battle of composing one masterpiece of sometimes sheer madness while forming yet other monsters to a much larger puzzle of other truths — truths that only the mind of the creator would ever confirm exists.
The very person with the voice of a poet, eyes of a photographer, hands of a gardener and the ears of a musician may well be examples of creators in the making. And through the mind a deified genius, creating nothing to something that is all things conceivably possible is next to impossible without feedback from other sources not originating from the current observer’s point of views.
What may be beautiful for some may be horrible to another. The interpretation of any writing, whether prose or poetry, is challenging because noone could possibly be capable of dissecting any hard work with complete certainty and figuring out what the person meant in the first the place.
If this page makes sense, then bless you all. If you love reading thus far, then bless us both. Whatever happens to each blogger is fair game because each person should be recognized for unique talents and inherent qualities of sharing their written gifts to the world.
Bloggers should not have to feel isolated or left alone in their own worlds and by their own devices. The world is waiting more from those who have a part in the creative process of journal entries. However, this is not place for numbers. Or is it? I am not counting. Are you?
Imaginary Friend (Monday, 05/29/2007)
Author’s note: Oh come on! Why can’t the author write her own foreword?
This short introduction is basically about me, my surroundings and everything else unexplainable through poetry and blogs. Since my friends are limited to my family of two parental units and four parakeets at home and friends too stressed out or ‘busy’ at work, I’ve decided blogging would be a great way to let the world know that I’m perfectly content indoors near a window overlooking the backyard and the tall trees.
I’d sit on this white lawn chair with a foam cushion purchased from a local fabric store. The feeling is not too comfortable and I’d find myself shaking and stretching my legs to keep the blood circulating. Sometimes I do not notice the enormous time of sitting down is for almost another half day.
The only time I would get up is to use the toilet, drink my water from this three gallon jar filled for $0.25 a gallon afterwards or walk around a bit downstairs, eat something and to let my parents and the parakeets know I’m still alive. I hardly talk to them anymore after being tired from work and all too eager to start blogging upstairs.
My eyes would be focused in front of this fifteen inch computer monitor from years ago and is still good though small. Every once in awhile I’d look outdoors to see the birds flying around, the winds whipping the tree branches or myself at the mirrors to my right side. I would make funny faces, wave my arms in the air and look at my body getting fat from this sedentary activity of blogging.
Using my fingers and hands are essential. Besides the usefulness of scratching parts of myself, this blogger needs her fingers to navigate around the website. I do not feel tired as my thoughts continue to provide ongoing streams of blogging material. This never seems to end since this is like playing the piano, which I have since retired myself from practicing.
Instead of the loud noises from this stringed instrument, I’d hear the humming sounds of the fans installed by my brother. This is supposed to make my computer cooler but the rhythmic sounds are somewhat bothersome but tolerable amidst the noise of my typing on the keyboard. Other sounds are my parents who come upstairs, knock on the wall or holler at me to come downstairs.
This small world of mine is preoccupied with blogging for the meantime. I’ve learned so much about creating a weblog with this free service. Despite some limitations with getting my fonts and font size perfect, I may decide to pay for web hosting or a domain name. The next step is programming my website and that would make me a ‘Goshdarnit!’
I guess this ‘Something went wrong – 503 error’ means I’m doing too much for the server’s own good. Thank goodness the last paragraph above has been saved! Thanks Matt! Allelujah! Amen.
Welcome: This is yet another attempt at creating a weblog in a more organized layout. I have discontinued posting my blogs under other free services online due to the limitations of certain features, which I find more viable in under this WordPress.com account. This weblog is currently under construction and I am continually updating areas for readability. Please be sure to check back occasionally for any updates.
The primary function of Flynn’s Blogs is to post my daily events as remembered with the following purposes:
To find others like myself, define differences and redefine my reality by sharing samples of my creative writing and poetry about my personal experiences, opinions and belief systems.
To allow readers a discovery of self — an inward journey by creating new beginnings together as an outward understanding of human evolution.
My personal success has been a remarkable ability to overcome the impediment of verbally expressing myself in person through publishing online journals in private. I thank the people around me at work for allowing me the flexible hours online, at home for loving me for who I am now and online for connecting me to the realm of possibilities. Without their continued concern for my goals in the future, blogging this much would not have been made possible.
Although I have not improved much in the interpersonal relationship area or assertiveness, the tireless hours of online activity has allowed me to become more open to the public. The contribution of my creative work to the blogging community has not earned any recognition or represented any group except myself and I have learned a great deal about myself and the imaginary reaction from others whom I may never meet in person.
The opportunity to post as much as I want without the hate of being misunderstood, the fear of not being seen or heard or the loneliness of being perfect without a cause on a weblog is like the greatest friend this blogger could ever have in a lifetime.
