(I'm afraid I couldn't find the photos we've taken in the past of our carving genious mistakes. This one was found on the net today. )
My computer troubles have subsided much to my relief. Thank goodness for that. Since my computer was pretty much out of commission yesterday I didn’t get anything done that I planned. I’ll share a few tidbits next week on what I originally was up to the past couple of days.
Today is Halloween. Today is my one year anniversary for blogging. For the first couple of months I didn’t share the blog with anyone. It was strictly my private little space…well, not so private if someone wanted to look really hard, but in my mind it was all mine... I didn’t start blogging with the intent on sharing it. It was a place for me to post my daily journal since my computer was getting bogged down with it.
It wasn’t until my Dad’s hospitalization and subsequent death that I began sharing the address. It was a way for me to easily share a bit of the significance and impact he had on my life. At first I was very uncomfortable when I realized someone other than me came to this space of mine. Would someone be offended? Would I not be interesting? Would my stories be worthy of telling? Would anyone get my odd sense of humour and sarcasm? Then, I realized, I had to get over it. People just wouldn’t visit if they didn’t like it. It would still be my little space to write and share my story.
This past year my belief that everyone has a story has only become stronger. I am a fan of a few blogs myself. If I begin to compare myself to these amazing women (and one pastor who happens to be a man) I can quickly convince myself I am not worthy. But, in reality we are all worthy in our own way. Each of us has a story. Each of us has something interesting to tell. Each of us has something inside of us to share. Each of us is definitely worthy.
My stories are simple everyday stories. My family only consists of the two of us (plus two dogs). I used to think I was part of a large family until I was told otherwise. It took me a long time to understand what that meant, but once the hurt subsided I realized my family of two (plus two) is just perfect for me. I am a family of two (plus two) because that is what I was meant to be. My family of two has helped to make me who I am. My family of two (plus two) makes me happy.
Thanks for dropping by this little space of mine. Thanks for coming along for the ride. I’ve thought many times over this past year of closing down the Blog, but realize it really is fun for me to write about the simple things of my life. It’s a way for me to share a little piece of my heart and soul.
So, in closing today, make some stories of your own, and have a wonderfully haunting, but not too scary weekend!
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