How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away?

My friend Robbie has an expression he loves to use:  "How can I miss you if you won't go away?"  It always makes me laugh.

Frankly, I doubt if even one person has missed this blog.  Which is just fine by me as I'm not even sure why I started it to begin with.  I've started writing here again because I think I've figured out what it means to ME.  It's my thoughts.  That's it.  I'm not using it to gain fans, followers, fame or fortune.  A private diary is always an option I suppose, but it feels so ... 1930's a-la Anais Nin.  This in one way can be my diary, albeit a public one.

Many times I would start writing and then just delete it, because I didn't like what I had to say and in turn what it said about my negative state of mind, especially about this country.  When I stated this blog I had just closed down my business and was resentful and bitter.  My writings were exposing something about me I didn't care for, never mind sharing it publically. 

I must be feeling more positive then, or maybe things are just more in perspective.

In any case, I'm back.  Even though I never really left.