Surfing the Net

Fall is such a lovely time of year to savor the cool crisp air and colorful tree leaves changing from green to a kaleidoscope of yellows, reds and oranges.  I look forward to the beauty fall offers but not to the mold count rising from 9,000 to 49,000.  As the mold count rises my throat becomes raw, my eyes water and my nose runs like a faucet turned on full blast.  This situation usually begins late September, early October but not this year.  I am already miserable.

Feeling as I do, I find it difficult to stay active, but since my new mantra is "Life is Short" I have managed to keep busy.  Most of the "busy time" has been surfing the Internet.  I love checking out people's blogs; reading about their dreams, adventures, heartaches, fears, ambition or lack of and their passions. 

For years I didn't think I was liked -- no more than that, I thought I was such a bore people did not want to be around me, fearing I would bore them to death with my hum drum mundane prattle.  I  now realize how very wrong I was and hate all the time I wasted hiding behind my fears of not being accepted.  It wasn't that I was boring and terribly ordinary; I bored myself because I was only around myself all the time.  Those people I feared would snub me were so involved with themselves that they probably wouldn't have noticed me anyway no matter what I said or did or they just wanted someone to listen to their stories.  Now that I have stepped out of my comfort zone and I meet people, I find that what most people want is to be recognized.  They want someone to listen to their stories.  Guess what?  It is so much fun listening to other people's stories.  Then I have a blast turning around and telling them my stories.

People are awesome and all their stories are so inspiring no matter what the subject matter.  Check out the blogs on line and you'll see.  There are stories of ambition, greed, love lost and found, instructions to do just about everything and wondrous places to travel.  Thousands and thousands of stories and each one different in one way or another.  So many stories and so little time.  Happy surfing!