I keep wanting to make this process easier. I keep wanting to be able to update this thing and make little posts about things from my day or frustrations I’m having. But I get self-road blocked along the way.
With my old phone it was that my speaker wasn’t very good. I’m a horrible typist, and quite often write from stream of consciousness. I’m much prefer being able to talk out a party and have it transcribed. Needing to type out all my thoughts and then edit them for spelling and typos was you much. Ha. Technology had gotten better. Speakers in our newer phones are superior. So far so good, it’s writing what I’m saying and not messing up too many things. Maybe this could work!
I kept forgetting my password. I would work to get it reset and then a month or two or three would go by and I forget it. I’ve been trying to reset it for a few months, but for some reason wasn’t able to. My kind and patient husband created the site for me years ago and having to go to him yet again to have him help me reset my password for a website don’t really use makes me sad. But there you go. I admitted to him that I’ve been attempting to reset my password, hit a roadblock. He reset it for me this morning. And here we go again.
I guess I’ll cross my fingers that this is a process I can continue. It seems like I should be able to. This seems minor effort. I’m doing this on my phone after all, and talking into it. The technology is doing all the typing. I remind myself I used to be a writer. I went to school to write. I have outlines and drafts stuffed away in drawers. Seems so silly that it’s taken all this effort for me to be able to write anything anymore. Life gets so distracting doesn’t it? So many other things going on. So many other priorities. But this, I think I would like to do this again. Even if I write down my thoughts, through words spoken into a phone, for no one other than myself.
I took this picture in my backyard this weekend. I’m felt lucky to not have been too distracted to see. 