Ah, poetry…

Even though next month is National Poetry Month, this month I am reading poetry. To start the month, I began reading Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World by Pádraig Ó Tuama and then the following week, I started reading The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón. As of this morning, I just finished The Hurting Kind and still am making my way leisurely through Poetry Unbound.

Earlier this week, I drafted a long post about blogging. Last month I was notified by WordPress that I have been on the platform for 15 years. This October, I will have been blogging for 18 years. Like other long-time bloggers, I have questioned why I am doing it. I dumped those questions on the pages of my journal.

I had planned on sharing all of that with you. However, this morning I don’t want to do that. You probably don’t want to hear it. I’d like to say that I do it for you, but that’s not entirely true. I do it for me, but that’s not entirely true either. I honestly don’t know why I continue to blog. I just do.

In June, I will be turning 54, and as happens with birthdays as one gets “older”, I will assess and reassess my life. I probably will assess and reassess the purpose of this blog, but for today I just want to read and listen to poetry, be content in the moment.