Taking the plunge

Well, I was told several weeks ago that if I started a blog, people would actually read it.  Really?!?  Ya gotta wonder why someone would read anything I put out there.  I don't consider myself a great orator or writer, and I don't believe I'm all that wise.  I can do the first two with a bit of skill, but wisdom is, I'm sure, still a good 4 or 5 years out.  So why would anyone read me, let alone follow me?  Again, that wisdom thing eludes me, because I just don't know.  But here I am anyway, writing a blog.  Let's see how it all shakes out, shall we?
So, a bit about me.  I was raised in a small Oklahoma town, and wouldn't trade that experience, those growing-up years, for anything in the universe.  My mom raised my brother and me alone, and if I say so myself, she did a spectacular job of it!  We're both respectable, active, contributing members of society.  We have wonderful families of our own now.  We work hard, pay our taxes, love the Lord, discipline our children (although I'm an empty-nester now, so that part of my job is over), and treasure our families - and I owe every bit of it to Momma.  She is my very best friend, and she is everything I want to be when I grow up.  But until I'm 'fully-growed', I work as a Communications Specialist (911 dispatcher).  When I changed jobs at age 43, I knew it would be a challenge, but wow - a spring chicken I ain't!!  There are days when I think I've got a pretty good bead on things, and then there are days when I feel like a bug who just met a windshield up-close-and-personal.  Sometimes I can almost feel my brain stretching to absorb all this knowledge - and then the gray matter turns to mush. <sigh>  We all have to do it, but growing up isn't easy, is it?
So now, here I am, taking the plunge, putting my thoughts and feelings out there for the world (or one or two folks) to see.  Let's hope taking the plunge doesn't lead to my unfortunate demise.
Until next time - be blessed!