A month ago, I suddenly could no longer get into my five treasured, albeit oft-ignored, blogs here on WordPress. In a flurry of activity I had inadvertantly erased my old password and cannot retrieve it because the email address associated with my blog account is no longer active, and so —- get the picture? Poof — there went five years worth of meanderings, musings, and blog-manuscripts in one memory blip. Sigh.
The Lost Blogs: The Found Self
So now what? That’s what I’m working on trying to figure out. I feel sad, mad, excited, depressed, and a whole slew of other stuff about this blog thing. I have lost most of my virtual self. I have become a digital wisp, an invisibale stream of bits and bytes.
Hmm — 
— could it be that at last, at long last, I have found myself? The sweaty, stinky, flesh and blood version of the real self? The ground zero self?
My blogging self was out of control, not, like I said, because I wrote a lot, but rather, because I didn’t, and the reason I didn’t was because I had so many going that I never could really focus myself in any one direction or on any one thing. Now, if this whole thing isn’t a message for me, I don’t know what is …
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