I am known for changing course mid-flight, for disconnections and reconnections. I pick up hobbies and interests and lose interest midstream. I have tons of unfinished projects and unfinished businesses, sentences and essays begun but never ended.
So when I started blogging a year ago, I wasn’t sure I’d reach this far. Or if I’d go somewhere at all. I just wanted to write again. To ramble on, in fact, about everything and nothing.
It’s been a year—and two days—since that first entry. A year and two days of finding joy in the blogs and lives of others. Of discovering kindred spirits and reconnecting with old friends.
It’s been a year of waking up in the middle of the night, of purposely ignoring "official" deadlines, to blog and bloghop.
Yes, it's been a year. And I look forward to more.