|Painfully Obvious Inner Monologue: What the…is her piece bigger than mine?|
I talk about things on this blog a lot.
Lists of things. Favorite things. Things I want to do before I kick the bucket…
If you were to ask me to list my five things I would take to a deserted island, four of the five would appear in the photo above, which is weird because that photo was taken on my second birthday at a time when I had virtually no control over my surroundings. Isn’t it funny how things come full circle? How we subliminally gravitate toward what is most familiar.
Apparently I had another second birthday on July 1stand I missed it. Honestly, the nerve of me.
As of last Sunday, I, or, the blog I should say, is now two years old. Two years. If someone had told me two years ago that this undertaking would be as stimulating, fulfilling, and generally-all-around-wonderful as this…well, perhaps I would have started a lot sooner.
I know some times bloggers use their anniversary to host giveaways or surveys (and maybe if I had my act together I would too), but I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for stopping by to read. Thank you for lending me your thoughts. Thank you for putting up with my weirdness. And thank you for sharing a corner of my life, and maybe, just maybe, even letting me share on a corner of yours.
It is shameful that I don’t know each one of you by face or name, but if I did, I would like to think I would use this occasion to invite you over for margaritas and armadillo dip on the porch. You would bring dessert, perhaps a pie or plate of brownies, and we would talk for hours about nothing in particular.
I suppose that’s what this blog is, nothing in particular. But it is my nothing and I particularly love it, and I love each one of you for helping it grow little by little each week.
I don’t say it nearly often enough: Thank You.