On August 22, 2018 I took a leap into vulnerability and decided to post extensions of what I was writing about in my journal each morning. The content was not aimed at preaching ways for others to live more than it was about providing alternate perspectives to where my mind sometimes goes. I’m often writing to convince myself. As much as I could, I’ve tried to use universal language, avoiding the use of the first person “I” whenever possible, choosing to write in the collective “We” preferably more than the finger-pointing “You”.
Quite simply, I enjoy writing – I enjoy the writing process. Along the way, a few people have been kind enough to take the time to read my posts. I am grateful for and humbled by all that have taken the time to do so.
Even more humbling is that some people have taken the extra step to “like” a post. For this, even more gratitude! Every day, we swim in an ocean of content, and if there was something I posted that somehow managed to grabbed your attention or perhaps resonated with you in some way, offering a most sincere “thank you” doesn’t seem to capture how thankful I truly am.
To those that have chosen to follow this blog on WordPress or Instagram, my gratitude has no bounds. To be able to connect with people – total strangers – from anywhere in the world through writing is an honor. It’s also a dream come true for me. Writing has been a dormant passion for nearly two decades, and I appreciate everyone that has taken the time to read even a single word. Even if the connections are momentary, the gift is everlasting. Thank you!
Finally, a note of gratitude to WordPress for offering a platform for writers to share their thoughts, and to Instagram for providing a visual avenue to connect with people. It’s easy to crap on technology for all the negative content we see each day, but there’s a great deal of beauty and inspiration to behold as well. We find what we seek.