Yesterday I managed to sneak an hour and spend time doing something I really love – sipping Starbucks and wandering a bookstore, alone. When I need a bit of quiet or a break from all the rushing and hurrying and doing, that’s where you’ll find me. An hour’s wander there is like three hours anywhere else; somehow time seems to slow down within those four walls.
And it reminded me of another time I wrote about this, and realized that I was remembering the first time I sat down and committed words to this small space. Just over a year ago, I decided that it was time to add my own words to the massive collection of thoughts that exist online. A year ago, I decided I wanted an answer to the question “shouldn’t you have a blog?” A year ago, I decided I was brave enough to begin writing, and to trust what I wrote to express how I felt, what I thought in front of friends and strangers alike.
And you joined me. Many who read this blog already knew me from Twitter, and you were the ones who were kind enough to ask for more. You were the ones to always ask when I was starting my own blog, to tell me I should be writing more. I remember each of you and every word of encouragement. The funny thing about writing is that it isn’t just my words that matter.
And so I wrote. I wrote about my life, about my son and daughter, my husband. I wrote about funny things that made me laugh, and serious things that made me think. I wrote about places I’d like to go and places I have been. I wrote about wanting to find the truth online and why it’s important that we keep looking. I’m pretty sure I wrote about chocolate. I found my voice, and then I wrote words I submitted to be published elsewhere. And it all started with the question “shouldn’t you have a blog?”
Why, yes. Yes, I suppose I should. For it has become a piece of me, a way to connect with others, to reach out and exchange thoughts and words with the world. It feels like a safe place to keep those words. And it has been a lovely place to receive visitors, like a cozy home away from home with the coffee always on. I shared one thought after another, always knowing they had a safe place here. If you are reading this, it is likely you were a part of creating that safe place. The truth is, this blog is written by me, and has my name on it, but what it has come to mean to me is all about you. And that is a funny, wonderful thing.
So come visit me often. Know that you being here is a big part of why this space means so much to me. Enjoy the words that are here, add some of your own. Many things have changed since I started this blog. Changes in work, family, where I live, you name it, it’s been changing. It’s been a busy year, but in the middle of chaos, there is quiet. And chocolate. As always.
And it has meant everything to me.
So, join me in a warm fuzzy moment to celebrate a year gone by. A year of a few things I treasure most – people, words and connection. I can only imagine what the next year will bring, and I’m looking forward to it all!
I can’t begin to thank each and every one of you who have read my words here and connected with me!
With love and chocolate,
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