tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40959289779381108432011-08-29T13:11:02.783-07:00Ethelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095928977938110843.post-90562063558499217862010-11-29T17:14:00.000-08:002010-11-29T17:14:31.121-08:00that sounds terribly trite.<br /><br />sometimes i'm trite, though, so i suppose it's appropriate.<br /><br />i've had several blogs over the years that i've started and stopped and started again. . .<br />only to get fretful a few months ago and delete all of them. ALL OF THEM. every post, everything i ever said that was remotely profound or interesting (though truthfully, most of it was crap) ....<br />and now i sit here, sulking, because i kind of wish i still had them.<br /><br />oh well. moving on.<br /><br />my title comes from my very favorite Bukowski quote: ----------<br /><br />"What matters most is how well you walk through the fire"<br /><br />i believe it. as someone who deals with bouts of depression and gloominess (which i am good at hiding about half the time) ..... i consider <b>THE FIRE </b>to be something that needs walking through every day. and how well i walk through it IS important.<br /><br />so there you have it.<br /><br />hopefully i'll be more faithful to this little endeavour. . . .<br /><br />giLL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095928977938110843-9056206355849921786?l=becomingbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethelnoreply@blogger.com0