Almost a year ago, I found myself holding one end of a tug-of-war rope. On the other end were my sister and my best friend, as they tried to pull me across the red line and into the world of blogging.
It wasn’t so much that I was against the idea, I was just kind of doubtful and whiny about it.
I didn’t understand this outlet – this community – for what it was, because I couldn’t have known.
Well, I don’t need to tell you that they won.
Now, ten months after my first post, I look back and marvel that I did have something to say, and still do on good days. And I’m still surprised and delighted every time I see your comments roll in. The idea that I write and post about all sorts of things and that you stop by and hang out and even comment – well, it makes things on this end pretty great.
I’ve learned so much from you, and have had such a great time getting to know you through what you write, to step into your life a little bit through the words you leave for me to find. Your words amaze me and make me laugh or cry or ache or think. Even the tears are a sweet pain.
So I’m thankful to have found my way to you, to have made such good friends in this little part of the world. And I don’t plan to go anywhere. If you’re in, then I’m in, for as long as this ride lasts.
And this thing of ours? (if you watched The Sopranos, you’ll remember Tony using that phrase in the last episode)
It’s pretty great.