Playing Blogopolis Police
One quite disturbing question hit me on the head like a flying snow plow today:
Am I too old to blog?
Does it really matter? I blog behind the anonymity of a computer screen and behind the illustrated persona of a young, fit, noseless samurai-wielder. No one will ever need to know how much of a geezer I am.
But when idle convos with my age group stray to "Hey, aside from knitting, what else do you do?", they ARE completely aghast when the words "I blog." escape my lips. "WHAT?!! You mean you don't ballroom dance?!!", they cry in disbelief.
Haha! Ok, I exaggerate. But the fact remains that they think blogging should be left to the younger set. And that I should be getting off my lazy butt and doing yoga or something more wellness-skewed.
Minutes later, a second question the size of heavy farming equipment collided with my cranium.
Am I too old to attend blogging events?
Now THIS is more pointed. I've gone to a total of 2 blogging events ever, and --I'm not gonna lie-- did feel a wee bit awkward. Up close and personal, the other bloggers were verrrry young. 20-somethings. Pretty. Sexy. Perky. Highly fashionable.
Despite being (...er) fashionable in my own right, I wallflower-ed it for a bit. I learned a lot from the workshops though. Toward the end, I made a couple of friends --one for each event. Haha! I bet with practice, I can make more. Ha! Such a nerd. :P
My point is this. C.S. Lewis once said, 'You're never too old to set a new goal or dream a new dream.' To that, I say, "You're never too old to learn how to skydive."
If you're forever hungry for new, fun experiences and new buckets of wisdom, then you're ageless.
So, amigas and kumadres, pardon this old bitch who's open to learn new tricks and get a happy belly rub at the same time. Like them whipper-snappers, she's off to Nuffnang Blogopolis.
Am I too old to blog?
Does it really matter? I blog behind the anonymity of a computer screen and behind the illustrated persona of a young, fit, noseless samurai-wielder. No one will ever need to know how much of a geezer I am.
But when idle convos with my age group stray to "Hey, aside from knitting, what else do you do?", they ARE completely aghast when the words "I blog." escape my lips. "WHAT?!! You mean you don't ballroom dance?!!", they cry in disbelief.
Haha! Ok, I exaggerate. But the fact remains that they think blogging should be left to the younger set. And that I should be getting off my lazy butt and doing yoga or something more wellness-skewed.
Minutes later, a second question the size of heavy farming equipment collided with my cranium.
Am I too old to attend blogging events?
Now THIS is more pointed. I've gone to a total of 2 blogging events ever, and --I'm not gonna lie-- did feel a wee bit awkward. Up close and personal, the other bloggers were verrrry young. 20-somethings. Pretty. Sexy. Perky. Highly fashionable.
Despite being (...er) fashionable in my own right, I wallflower-ed it for a bit. I learned a lot from the workshops though. Toward the end, I made a couple of friends --one for each event. Haha! I bet with practice, I can make more. Ha! Such a nerd. :P
My point is this. C.S. Lewis once said, 'You're never too old to set a new goal or dream a new dream.' To that, I say, "You're never too old to learn how to skydive."
If you're forever hungry for new, fun experiences and new buckets of wisdom, then you're ageless.
So, amigas and kumadres, pardon this old bitch who's open to learn new tricks and get a happy belly rub at the same time. Like them whipper-snappers, she's off to Nuffnang Blogopolis.
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