It looks like Friday will see my 50000th hit for the blog. I know this is peanuts for the more popular writers, but I like that I have a couple hundred readers who come back again and again. In a little over a week, I should reach my 500th post as well. This is unbelievable to me. I guess I can say I've written a book of sorts. A scrapbook if you will, of the life I've led over the past couple years. One of my favorite "emotions" is a sense of accomplishment, and that is what I'm feeling now.
It hasn't brought any money my way, but it has brought some things that money can't buy. Comeraderie for one, and the chance to bond with people that I wouldn't otherwise have had the chance to. It's amazing how much affinity I have for all the folks on my blog list on the left. I carry them in my thoughts and wonder about their days as I go through mine. It's a whole big love practice, and for that I am grateful.
I flirt from time to time with quitting the blog. But then I remember the big blog family that I'd have to say goodbye to and I just can't. So I guess y'all are stuck with me for a while. I'm sendy big sloppy kisses to everyone. (God I'm sentimental this morning. Who says men can't get hormonal?)