I was driving home this evening from dinner with a friend who always has lots to say about life, love and liberty.  I am a good audience for folks like this.  But the conversation always turns to that same question from my friend:  "What's up in your life?"  And I go blank.

"Not much,", I say with a bit of chagrin.  "Same old same old."

"Oh, really, you must be kidding."  

I shrug my shoulders.  "No, not much going on.  Nothing new."

I could have told her I was writing my blogs again.  And that I created a phlog.  "What's that?" she would have said with a chuckle.  "It's a photo blog.  I post an image and talk about it."

"Oh," she would say.  Then silence.

I could talk about working with my friend at his estate sales.  Those have been rather challenging of late.  Lots to do, difficult or emotional clients.  People in transition often are, shall we say, interesting to work with.   And I mean that in every sense of the word.  

My friend asks about estate sales.  I tell her they have become rather similar of late, running together, forgetting who had what and what their stories were.  Of the last six sales I've helped with, five of them have had leather recliner/sofas.  That's interesting...until its not.

So I guess sometimes its no wonder that sometimes I sit down to write my blog and my mind seems empty.  The blank page is daunting.  And yet I yearn to write.  I know the muse will come.  Just begin to write.  Much like I did hear.  And something will come.  It almost always does.

Hello!  It's been a while.  Since January 22nd to be exact.  That is the date of my last blog post.  I have been pondering and plotting and thinking and ruminating for some time about my blog.  I've done everything but sit down and actually blog.  

So I thought Qwerki Thoughts and Musings was sitting here dormant, almost dead as the proverbial door-nail.  

But hark!  Look at the graph below.  It seems my little blog site has been having a life of its own and not telling me.  I guess that's what I get for not checking in.  Why one day, there around May 23, the graph says there were about a thousand (1000) page views.  What the heck?  

It just shows to go you, life does indeed go on with or without you.  Who knew?  I knew.  I just didn't want to think about it.  Procrastination, avoidance, fear of failure, fear of success.  Call it what you may, if you don't show up, you will be shown up...even by your own creation.

So tomorrow is the first of June 2019.  5/12s of the year gone.  That's almost half you know.  Its time to get on with it and get back to what I always feel good about doing.  Writing, photography, gardening and more.  And here is where I will think and muse about those things and more.  

I want to share the journey and perhaps what I learn along the way.  Experience is the best teacher.  And you don't get anywhere if you don't try, take a chance and ask the muse to dance.

So June first.  The beginning a new month.  The awakening of summer and sizzle.  I invite you to come along and share thoughts and musings with me.  Let the adventure, once again, begin again.   Comments welcome, subscriptions cherished.