Since joining Instagram just over a year ago, I’ve gained about 6,700 followers. While that is pretty cool, I’ve discovered that among those followers there are a vast number of women over 50 who have become my “Insta-Friends”.
I tagged along with John this week and joined him on the road for his job. We drove to Scottsdale on Monday and stayed in a very nice “Villa” at the Scottsdale Hilton. This place was actually bigger than our apartment.
It was fun to get away, and I decided since we were going to be there until Wednesday morning, I’d see if a few of my Scottsdale Insta-friends could meet up. When John and I were both online dating we used to say, “It’s all make-believe until you meet in person.” Continue reading
Some days, when I am writing my blog post, it’s a struggle to find the words and force them onto paper, so to speak. Other days I can’t type fast enough to get the words out, and the best are the days that I have a revelation about myself at the moment the words are forming.
It’s almost like some posts write themselves.
I’ve cried and smiled from some of the memories. I’ve worried over what I’ve written and been proud of my stories. I still have days of doubt about telling my story and sharing so much.
And then there are days like yesterday.