I have been debating on what to write for this post for a couple of days. Well actually for almost a month.
I have been blogging here for one year. It feels like it should be a party, celebrating everything I have accomplished and everything this blog has become. In truth, I am doing less celebrating and more reflecting.
I started this blog for a reason. I wanted to share who I was, and find others who were going through similar things. I was looking to make a connection, to reach out into the world and make it a little smaller.
I know my blog is small. It has grown since I started, of course, but not at a record breaking pace. I don’t have a slim focus, which makes it difficult to gain a following. I write about what crosses my mind, what worries me, and what interests me. Sometimes it means I have something exciting to say, and other times I have nothing. It doesn’t make it easy for others to know what to make of me.
I haven’t been making the connections I set out to make, but I think I am staying true to who I am. I guess I can’t hope for much more.
My second year of blogging has begun, my next chance to do what I set out to do. Now it is just to do it.