7 Years Old

Today marks my 7th anniversary of blogging.

I still can't quite believe that something I signed up for as a whim has become an integral part of my life.

A friend was doing tsunami relief overseas, and I wanted to comment on his posts, but couldn't without an account of my own.  On a whim I decided that blogging might be fun, and I've been writing in this space ever since.

Crazy.

I've flown to a different country to meet someone because of my blog.  I've hugged the necks of several different people that I had never met in person before they showed up to meet me in a coffee shop.  I've skyped with others, and facebooked or emailed with still others.  I've made friends.

There has been a little community of friends and readers all over the world that has collected in this space, and it still astonishes me that anyone at all cares what I have to say in this space, much less wants to talk back!

This has been an outlet for healing, and sometimes it's been a place I hid from.  But mostly it's been the space that's mine.  One of the spaces where I can be the most "me" of anywhere in my life.  And that's what I love about it.

7 years.

Crazy.

I've been hearing that blogging is dead, but I'm pretty sure I'm just getting started!