the thing is...

Nearly a year has gone by since I reinvented myself in this arena. My journal over at diaryland was always a little bit dreamy, a little bit too pretty, but this was where the serious writing was supposed to live, in the hallowed halls of Blogger, where (some) blogs are born into books and other blogs sit languishing with one or two starting entries. I guess I'm somewhere in the middle.

It seems a little funny that it's only been a year. I actually had to go back and check to make sure. Mostly that's because it's been such an amazing year, it feels more like I've lived through two than one.

Will you join me for a little blog reminiscing, if you please?

In the span of a year...

I said I would write alot...and I didn't. But sometimes I wrote anyway.

I posted lots of my fiction writing, early on. It was pretty exciting for me to do that.

I quit working at Siena, then worked at Starbucks, then quit working at Starbucks and now I am happily employed as a babysitter and office assistant.

I can write the phrase "I am happily" without somehow adding in a but...

I posted my photographs and didn't worry too much about other people stealing them.

Eric and I finally recovered our rhythm...though it is still sometimes a bit wobbly.

I realized who my true friends were.

I found out that I'm an artist and not just a writer.

I have a rice cooker and have made sushi at home a few times.

I taught myself how to knit. How to make beaded earrings. How to take breathtaking photographs.

I was fooled into thinking I was too old, but learned that I was just right.

I bought myself lovely things.

I made lots of people happy.

I disappointed a few people; sadly, some of the ones I'd managed to make happy.

thanks for being a part of this year for me. Regardless of whether you've been here for everything--thanks daddy! I love you so much!--or just a few entries here and there, knowing you're there makes this worth doing.

cheers.