“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a difficult battle.”
— attributed to Plato
There’s something we like about milestones. As a kid, I remember craning my neck to watch the odometer click over to something with all zeroes behind it. Not the tens or hundreds, but the big numbers. Not long ago, it made me smile to see the Buick creeping up on 200,000 miles. For quite awhile, I watched the magic number grow closer. And then? Life interrupts and childish joys slip away in the maelstrom that surrounds each of us from time to time.
I vowed to myself that I wasn’t going to miss this one. A year ago, this week (August 13), I hit the PUBLISH button on WordPress for the very first time. Granted, I stared at the button for nearly 20-minutes knowing that once I did, there was no turning back. PUSH.
Since that one evening in Chicago, I’ve kept my promise to myself…a new essay every week, for a year. I had so much swirling around my Soul, I thought blogging might be another effective avenue for release…for clarity.
While there is a very real part of me (see definition of Geek) that enjoys the production schedule, photo selection and all the creative choices we’ve all wrestled with in putting out a quality product, it’s the act of actually filling the page that stokes me most.
She is a fickle mistress to be sure, but she is all about the writing. In paraphrasing Whoopi Goldberg (SISTER ACT), if you’re thinking about writing when you get up in the morning and you’re thinking about it when you go to bed, you, are a writer. After this past year, I know one thing. I am a writer. It’s a mysterious relationship. I get an idea and the ink begins bubbling in my heart. As Saturday night approaches, it begins rising up into my brain and before I know it, is gushing out my fingertips. What still blows me away is that even now, what I thought I was going to write about isn’t what ends up on the page. How does that happen? But hey, that’s the magic of it. IT takes over. IT knows what it needs to say and IT is happy I’m the one worried about correct spelling. Never did I anticipate such a wide range of topic material. We’ve covered everything from Love, Life, death, sex, family, religion to mental health and traffic (the last two often being intricately intertwined), but there you are. Sometimes what you find is not what you were looking for, but had you not been looking in the first place, you’d have never found the real treasure. It makes no sense, but it seems to be an inviolate rule of Nature. Who knew?
You are writers too. You’re cooks, retired assembly line workers, teachers, musicians, photographers and every manner of rascal and malcontent in-between. My kind of people! I wouldn’t have it any other way. Each of you has added to me. Intending to use this as a way to get ‘things’ out of my system, what I got instead was the privilege of getting to gobble up what you’re blogging about. How do I say ‘thank you’ for that?
Birthdays usually mean presents. So with 52-weeks to pick from, I’ve chosen a few gifts for you. For one reason or another, each one means something special to me and that, makes for the best kind of gift I can offer.
I remain so humbly grateful we found each other. Please keep doing what you do. I’m depending on you. Be well.
Have fun unwrapping. Each picture will take you to your gift. God willing, there’ll be plenty more where these came from.
PS: dan4kent will be undergoing some improvements in the weeks ahead. I think you’re going to like the sound of it. For now, that’s enough. See you on the flip-side.
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