A work in progress

I am not yet complete. I have a lot to learn. As I get older, I am enjoying the learning a lot more than when I was younger and wanted to know everything. I am not afraid to fail, but I do love the small successes which more and more are all my own work.

I must admit, I did feel a twinge of envy at the established Bloggers and Tweeters, safe and smug in their Blog- and Twitter-doms, kings and queens of all they survey. However, as I get better at blogging and braver with tweeting, I am feeling the love.

It's all about the networking. Building a delicate thread of having something in common. Perhaps the topic of my blog is too painful for people to embrace, but I hope that it will provide support to some. In the meantime, I have expanded my stories, telling tales about village life from the dog walker's point of view, and writing more sensible stuff about science in modern life

I hope that by reaching out to different groups of people I will be able to spread the word about choices in end-of-life care, a one-woman campaign. A work in progress, much like my new veggie patch - I must start somewhere.