I never met the man, but …

I never met the man, but …

he knew a thing or two.  Socrates, I mean. He’s the guy who said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”  I know you’ve seen it attributed to Plato; Plato was quoting what Socrates said in his own defense at his trial.  He paid the ultimate price for leading the youth of his day astray with those words – death by poison.  No Bill of Rights in 399 BC, I guess.

He was right.  As I used to tell my students, if we do not think about our lives – who we want to be, what rules we choose to live by, what standards we hold – then how are we any different from the “lesser” animals that we consider ourselves so superior to?  We might as well be cows in a field, eating grass and farting methane, contributing to the demise of the planet.

This blog will be witness to my examination of my own life:  half confessional, half philosophy, half angst, with a smidgen of humor.

So, who am I to write a blog, to take up space in cyberspace?

I am a sixty-something retired schoolteacher from the Deep South.  I taught in public schools in south Georgia for thirty-one years, teaching grades one through five at different times; I also spent three years teaching gifted students.  I earned three college degrees and once was even selected Teacher of the Year.  Sometimes I’ll write about those experiences; I know some stories that will break your heart.  They broke mine.

I am a mother, grandmother, even a great-grandmother (this is where people used to say, “What?  You’re much too young to have great grandchildren!”  For some reason, they don’t say that anymore….)  Sometimes I will write about parenting, surviving your parents’ parenting, or how much smarter, cuter, and more wonderful my grandchildren are than anyone else’s.  (Sorry; I get carried away …)

I’ve been married twice, both ending in divorce.  I may write about my unerring ability to marry men that I cannot be happy with.  It’s a natural talent that runs in my family.

I’ve had plenty of money and not been free to use it; I’ve had no money and been desperate to pay bills. I’ll probably go there, too.  (Spoiler alert: it’s better to have it).

But always, since I was about ten years old, I knew I wanted to write.  Real Life took precedence over that desire for Lo these many decades, but no more.  This is my time to inflict – I mean share – my words and opinions with an unsuspecting world, and I intend to do just that. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.

My life may not interest you; that’s okay.  But I invite you to accompany me, if you wish, on this venture; perhaps I’ll say something that you find entertaining or useful.  Perhaps as I examine my life, you may find a tidbit or two that will prompt reflection of your own.   Or maybe my life will just serve as a terrible example.  Either way.

Because, as Socrates said to people who didn’t want to hear it, the unexamined life truly is not worth living.

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