My final day of coverage from Bristol Motor Speedway started early Sunday morning.
After the alarm went off before 6:00 AM, I got ready to make the one hour and twenty some odd minute ride to Bristol Motor Speedway from Wise, VA, to cover NASCAR’s and Bristol Motor Speedway’s Food City 500.
We all have reached this point at one time in our lives. Getting rid of the bad and substituting more of the good. We do it when it comes to our health, or at least some of us do, why not do it for social media and the like?
It’s something I have been toying with for a while. A post on Facebook here or there, telling your subscribers you are going to take a break. Hey, I’ve done it before but only with a little success, but each time I have done so, I have come back to social media with a different mindset (good or bad) before falling back into those canyons of social media purgatory.
And now, part two of Tracing My Roots here on Appalachian Chained.
When I left you last on the blog, I was discussing my family history and the revelation by my late uncle who revealed to me a name in the search for my great-grandfather on my father’s side of the family. I mentioned that the trail after that revelation was a cold one until 2016 when I found my first lead.
Instead of staying indoors at home and freezing during this Arctic cold snap, my wife and I decided to get out of the house and brave the cold on Friday afternoon and take in “Darkest Hour” at the local theatre.
I’ve actually been doing a little soul-searching as to where to go with the blog and other endeavors that I am part of. I’ve been searching high and low for answers when it comes to what am I doing here to who am I, how did I get here and yes, where I am going from here?