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Ain't It Grand?

This is my 1000th post.

I've noted before some of the statistics of my blog, but this seems a noteworthy milestone.

It's been quite a journey. I am not sure if anyone who started out with me when I began writing is still with me. It seems that writing a blog has fallen into disfavor, replaced with things like twitter, facebook, snapchat, and the like. But that's OK. My blog is a place for me, and if others want to read along you're welcome to do so for as long as you like. Like so many other aspects of life, people and friends come and go, each leaving their indelible traces across my life, and for which I am ever indebted. I am a better person for the interaction, no matter how light or deeply you've touched my life, even if it was but a fleeting glance in my direction. I have felt it all, and I am grateful.

This blog has contained much of poetry and politics, rhyming and reasoning, science and spirituality. It has contained songs and lyrics, pictures and travel reports, and all in all, images from the very heart of me. It's kind of a strange thing, writing on this blog - it's at once very intimate, but also very public. I wonder how much of what I have written has been tempered by the idea that unknown strangers may read it, and how much I've been able to forget that. Writing ideas down is a very tenuous thing - private thoughts become available for the inspection of all, and there's no way to know how they'll be perceived and received.

The last eight years have seen some dramatic changes for me, too. Living through real and personal hurricanes have brought unanticipated changes in the way I think, the way I view the world, and the way the world impacts me. In some ways, I am harder, more resilient. In other ways, I am more compassionate, more understanding, and better able to reach out to others. I have also come to know myself better, which, while generally a good thing, has also been terribly frightening. At times, I have felt strengthening and growth and support from unseen hands and prayers, and at others I have felt the very solid fabric of the Universe shift under my feet, leaving me reeling and off-kilter. And, truthfully, at times I have just wanted to get off this ride...

But, here we are.

Who knows what the next eight years will bring? I can't promise anything. Except, maybe, for this - it will undoubtedly not be boring. My life has been many things, but never has it been boring.

So, dear reader, stay tuned! At very least, you can look at me as someone whom you definitely don't want to be like... :D That has value in and of itself...

Comments

lillysmum said…
Whatever, you're awesome.
Bill Cobabe said…
Thank you. Takes one to know one. ;)

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