As I write this, my blog has just over 20,000 views.
I’m both humbled and honored.
I’ve always wanted to write–just about my days, my kids, my passions. I’ve searched and searched my whole life for the talent that would be my “thing”.
I’ve tried to force myself into molds that didn’t fit. Constantly trying to force my square self into round spaces–cutting into my corners, ripping at my edges.
Why, when I knew I had a passion for story-telling, (passed down through my family, my grandpa can tell stories for hours, and I’ve heard that my father could spin quite a tale) why did I fight to be anything else then the me I was made to be?
Probably out of fear. . .and insecurity. . .and a handful of other things.
I’m approaching the one year birthday of this blog–and I am simply thankful.
Thankful that I finally conquered the fear.
Thankful that I’ve got this beautiful last year documented.
If it never becomes anything more than what it currently is I’ll still forever be grateful for it.
I love revisiting all these moments and events from the past year, cherishing the stories that make up our days and weeks.
The number one thing I wish I had from my parents is their stories.
I would give anything to sit down with a coffee and just listen to them. So, in a way, this blog is also a gift to my kids.
A first hand, immediate re-telling of our days, both the highs and lows. The events that have shaped who we are, and what we believe.
I love this quote from Anais Nin, it perfectly sums up why I write this blog.
“We write to taste life twice…
in the moment and in retrospect.”
I know first hand just how unpredictable and short life can be.
I am simply determined to suck as much sweetness out of this precious life I’ve been blessed with–and writing helps me do that.
So, thank you all for allowing and encouraging me to.
It’s been a great first year.