I have become a bit of a blog stalker. I know that they call it following. But some of the things I read gives me such insight into the writer's life and thoughts that I feel like I am a peeping tom or a stalker. I think that is why I have become reluctant to blog myself. Some of the things I think about blogging are very personal. Not personal in the way that would be improper to share, (like a flasher) but personal in the way that they will reveal things about me that perhaps I do not want to even know myself. So for those of you who have been after me to blog, I am working on it. I know that blogging makes me feel better when I have done it. But blogging is like going to a counselor for me. It is good for me,but it brings up stuff. Viva la stuff. Pain can be good when it leads to growth. Over the years I have spent a lot of time and money trying to grow but it seems I have become an expert at burying my stuff and growing rounder. So my fellow stalkers, be patient with me I am trying to dig out of my stuff.