When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the happy moving within me, making my outer edges soft, making my inner edges kind.
It’s what I want my words and my life to be.
And absolutely overflowing with fluffy and mushy and sweet.
That’s why I adore this very bloggy world we share.
It fills my life with chances. Chances to share what it is to be human. Chances to share joy, chances to share pain, chances to share as little or as much as I want, on any given day, about any given thing.
Gosh I’m grateful to have shared so many chances with you.
You might be wondering where all this gooey stuff has come from, and that’s okay, because I’m ready to tell you. It’s come from freedom, the freedom I’ve allowed myself within the walls of this life-filled place.
This heart of mine doesn’t need to do quiet, in this place.
It doesn’t need to do scared of being different, scared of being judged.
It just needs to do me in all of my mushy, fluffy everything.
It’s been one whole year of words from me—
a whole year of this little blog of everything.
And I can’t thank you enough for joining me on the ride.