150th post...

today is my 150th blog post. according to blogger. i do not really believe it myself. it is hard to think that i have done this 150 times. harder to believe that someone, anyone, other than me, has read this blog 150 times.

why do i write? why do i continue to blog? why have a dream that millions of others have? a dream that few ever feel the joy of success, the satisfaction of accomplishment?


i write because it is in my soul to write.

as a little girl i was writing before i could write, i was making up wild stories, dreaming wild dreams, i was reading anything and everything, trying to understand everything. as a young girl i could lose myself for hours writing. me, shut up in my room with a notebook and bic pen, i would imagine i was dipping quill in ink, writing on yellowed parchment by candlelight, and i would scribble hardly legible words onto paper as quickly as they flew into my head. as a young lady, on a nice spring day, i would walk myself over the the park, find a cozy spot under a tree and soak up every ounce of sunshine. there i would sit and write until my wrist ached, until my eyelids felt heavy, and my head began to nod.

in writing i find solace. in writing i find peace. in writing i find answers to the worlds problems, to my problems. i find courage in my fears. i find joy in my sorrows, i find delight in my afflictions. in writing i am free to be me, i am welcomed to be myself, to be who God created me to be. in writing, i am free to be anyone and everyone. i can become whatever character i create, i can be fearless or fearful. i can share every talent every desired, i can be alone and afraid. i can be rich, or destitute; ugly or beautiful; a teacher or a student; a mom or a dad. i can be a child, a teen, a college student, a hard working new associate, in a retirement home. i can feel any feeling, i can smell any smell, i can see any sight.

when i am sad, when i am mad, when i am full of joy, i write.


i started blogging, so i can write. i started blogging, so i could write and search for myself again. i knew the link to finding myself, the me i was meant to be, was on the written page. i knew i could find more of me in words and dedication to words, than i could anywhere else. and i remembered how much i love to write. and i found a little bit of myself again.

and in the process, i made some new friends, i found encouragement, and love, and peace. i found joy in the friends and encouragement and love. and i found peace in being me.

so i will continue to blog. until i die, or run out of things to say.


thanks for being a light to me, an encouragement, for allowing me to dream. thank you for reading me, and liking me, and believing in me. you friends and strangers, you all mean the world to me. more than you know.

Comments

  1. I like you very much.

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  2. donna, i like you very much too.

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  3. I'm sure glad you write!!! Me too...I've discovered that I really love to write and express myself in this way. Keep them coming!!

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  4. holly, blogging kind of made us friends... weird, eh? considering we are mostly related, and mostly the same person.

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  5. I LIKE COMING HERE AND READING WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. WHOOPS~~I MUST HAVE HIT THE CAPS KEY. BUT READING AGAINST THE BLACK BACKGROUND HURTS THIS ALMOST 50 YEARS OLD EYES. :(

    I will still come and read here though!

    Have a good weekend.

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