It made me think about how I live my life. I would consider myself a deep thinker and a calm person, but I get so caught up in the things that don’t matter. I used to not be this way. I was what they called the last of the free spirits. When did this spirit die? Is she really dead or dormant? Now I am responsible and have a mortgage. Does this mean my free spirit days are over? Who knows. I am just rambling. Blogging. Even blogging seems foreign to me. I usually journal on the computer almost everyday, but since I started blogging I censor what I am saying because someone will read it.

But after I journal on the computer I deeply want someone to read it. Where is the sense in that? Some of my best writing comes when I know nobody will read it. The inner critic is off and I am on. The inside me. The lights are on and the soul is home.

Ramble…ramble…ramble on.

I am a girl from the 80′s. I thought Pac-man and a walkman were technology. I grew up with shows like “Welcome Back Karter” and “Good Times.”  I find it difficult to navigate in this tech saavy world. My 13 year old nephew knows more about IPODS and computers than I do.

I have to move forward with the times, right? Well, I am a writer and and I do use a computer to write most of my stuff. And because I do, I think I am developing carpel tunnel.  No promises this blog will be anything more than simply blogging. I do have high hopes for it though. I’d like to display photographs, poetry, and stories. But who knows if I will even know how to log in!

Thanks for coming to Frank’s House.

See ya back at the ranch…

Frank Fairmont @ 1979
PS – Frank is my nom d’plume (pen name)