The attempt once again

Blogging is what most of my family does well. Actually I see them writing creative, engaging posts that make me smile at the end of a day, or perhaps make me worry as mom's tend to do too much.
But how does a 56 year old start to blog? Do I need to tell everyone who I am as if after 56 years I can in 50 words or less or in 4 terrifically engaging sentences (as I tell my students they should be able to do) grasp some reader's attention without boring or surprising those who think they know me the best. But writing is a means of exploring ideas and right now I have some ideas and questions about my own life and its direction, so maybe this blogging won't be so much about telling others as it may be an opportunity to think through and try to put in black and white letters what may be the hazy gray of a sudden fog at dusk that is certainly unsettling and clamors for clarity or at least enough light so I don't drive off the road.
I've journaled at many different times of my life. Prayers, poems, letters written mostly about the tough times. Tucked awayin my night stand,there are various notebooks with pages stained with tears, some spilled the day the words were written, some spilled when I go back as I do often and look at some of the hard spots in my life. I usually sing when I'm happy - yes, you guys know that I harmonize loudly to whatever is on the radio. But those are my happy times. I tend to write when I'm sad. So THAT has got to change.
Maybe I should start with 56 words that help define me, one for each year. But that'll have to wait until my next post. I started this too late and bedtime is calling me.
So if you're not one of my four children (all grown and on their own) , you've stumbled on the ramblings of a member of the AARP, a teacher and.... more to come next time.
OOPS - now that I've posted this, how do I send it????Sam where are you?