Today is the one year anniversary of this blog, something I find hard to believe. 275 posts in a year; ain't that something.
I re-read my first post last night, which was written during a very dark time in my life. I've said it before and I will say it again; it's truly astonishing how much ones fortune can change over the course of 365 days. Fortunately for me, my life has changed for the better. But I'll never forget the bad.
One of the lessons I have learned this past year -- and great big huge warning that a tired cliche is coming-- is that you have to really live each day like it's your last. Might sound like a crock but it's true.
I've given a lot of thought of late as to what to do with this blog; whether I should give it a new motif, whether I should center it around a particular subject, or, frankly, whether I should say goodbye. Part of me was even thinking about saying goodbye today, on the one year anniversary.
But then a funny thing happened today; I got a terrific email from a cousin I haven't heard from in along while - a cousin, that I quite frankly, don't know all that well. Unbenownst to me, she's been reading and enjoying this (at least I presume she's been enjoying it!) for the past several months. She shared some great stories about my grandparents that I had never heard. In a weird way, I think this blog might have actually forged a bit of a bond between us. And I hearken back to others I've heard from through the course of the past year, and I'd say the same holds true. New bonds with former strangers (hello Crazymama, one of my all-time favorite people. despite the fact that we have never met as well as Joel and others) and new bonds with family. Now THAT stokes me.
So thanks, cousin Merel. Your message couldn't have come at a more appropriate time.
To borrow a phrase from the inimitable Robert Zimmerman (that would be Bob Dylan for the uninitiated), I think I'm going to keep on keepin' on.
Talk to y'all tomorrow. And a big thanks for taking the time to listen.