Can I just say that the last few weeks have been so very encouraging to me. All thanks to you, dear readers and fellow bloggers.
I have greatly appreciated your time and comments on our little blog. This exercise of mine in writing about our everyday life.
It has been so very personal to me. And just like so many other bloggers, writing is a great passion of mine. And I don't think I am stretching too far when I say: there are few things as wonderful to a writer as someone taking the time to read what has been written.
I have come across a lot of articles and blog posts lately about what it means to be a writer. What does it mean to be "a blogger?" And of course, like a community of writers would have it, there is a varying in opinions.
Everything from the content of the blog, the quality of the pictures, to the outline and design is discussed and considered. Some comments are critical. Some opinions are shared. Discourse.
I just can't help but recognize the need (in me) to be quite transparent when I say that it is so easy to lose sight of what we are here to do. What am I here to do as a part in this community of writers? What am I here to share?
Because it's so easy to get caught up in design, and numbers of people reading, and how to spread the word that "hey! I exist over here!"
You know what I mean?
At the end of the day we are all here to share something that is very personal about our lives. Our family. Our adventures. Our dreams. Our fears. Our failures. Our joys. Our story.
It's about sharing our story. So that maybe someone else might find the courage to share theirs. Or someone might connect and begin to relate to a situation. Or maybe it brings a smile...some joy to the day.
Writing it down places our story out there.
So, thank you for the last few weeks friends.
Thank you for reading our story and sharing in it and sharing yours in return.