I've been posting for so long I can no longer tell if I'm good at what I'm doing. Hello? Anyone out there? I write these poems to share. To share how my life is going, What I'm thinking and feeling. When I read some these poems back, I'm unfamiliar with who wrote them. I no longer occupy the same space I did last week, last month, or year. What year are we in? It feels like many years this year. I'm writing this on a Wednesday, who knows when you will read it. I've been writing all day, I didn't know I had a lot to say, until I began typing on my keyboard and words appeared on the screen. This is the magic of writing. I'm still uncertain I am any good. Like most writers, I am my own worst critic.