Happy Blog Birthday to Me.

So. It's been a year today. Yes, a year. Since I started this blog. For some reason, keeping it going. Having things to say-- whether good, bad, ugly... embarrassing... dramatic... depressing... just keeping it going, feels like an accomplishment. Which is a good thing. I like good things. Then again, so does Martha Stewart. She built a whole empire out of them. Well, I'm no Martha. There's no empire. But there's change. Lots of change. Some of it is hard. Alot of it isn't what I expected. Or necessarily even what I wanted. I've made a lot of mistakes. Shared them. Made people wince, cringe, and probably think I'm completely insane. Which at times, I am. I think too much. Write when I should just meditate or something. But at least I keep moving forward. And backwards. Then forwards again. At least I keep people guessing. And even myself. And I'm honest. So I always have that. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. Or even today. But today is my blog birthday. And I'm going to celebrate. Because the mere fact that anyone reads this makes me happy. Because it gives me a reason for writing. And that's good enough for me.