I've been writing to this blog since March of 2006 and in that time, in those 43 months, in those 999 posts, I have shared a lot. Some would probably say I've shared too much. And sometimes I'd have to agree. Especially when I publish late at night and then wake up in the morning groggily remembering sitting in front of the computer and pecking on keys. I'll ask myself, as I pour a cup of tea and walk to the computer, "Did I really publish that last night? Or was it just a dream?" (Cue sweaty palms and heart palpitations when I realize it wasn't a dream and my husband (or sister, or mother, or cousins) will be calling for me in 3-2-1...)
I've written about my children, my marriage, my family, my career, my favorite things in life, my favorite people in life, my struggles and shortcomings, and my hopes and dreams for the future. I've written about sex, movies, politics, infertility and religion. I've written about my obsession with chocolate peanut butter ice cream and wine. And I've written about my incredible desire to live on a farm and spin my own wool, except for my overwhelming fear of spiders and rats.
It's funny how this blog has become such an important part of my life. It serves as a resource and sounding board for so many things that I'm trying to figure out and yet - it captures my thoughts and feelings from this amazing period in time. There is a quote by Anais Nin, that I love. "We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection."
I am so thankful that because of this blog, I not only have the opportunity to taste life twice - but to share it with you. If this blog was a hot fudge sundae, I guarantee you wouldn't be quite as lucky.
So thanks for being a part of this journey with me. Thanks for sharing your stories and advice and thoughts. Thanks for being here and for inspiring me to come back every day.
Don't doubt it for a minute.
You. Are. Awesome.