Today I’ve been blogging for two years. This is my 539th post.
I love my blog. Fiercely. There is a part of me in here.
I’m proud of what it’s become, thankful for how God has blessed my work and writing. I read my old posts and it stirs memories; pictures of Bella captured here, moments in our lives I never want to forget, reminders of how I need to be careful with my words, and all the time I’ve spent on here finding who I am.
Last year I made the decision to continue on this path until I’m led elsewhere. If I’m led elsewhere.
I’ve accepted that blogging is writing. That this, logging on here and pouring out my heart or sharing my day, is what I love to do. For so long I fought it, thinking I should do something else, that this was just a jumping off point to something real.
This is real.
And I’m proud to tell people I’m a writer. On a blog. And I love it.