Earlier this month, I realized that my blogging experience has been a new and beautiful part of my life for nearly a year. I never would have imagined that I would meet so many fascinating people. I never would have imagined how truly liberating it can be to write to an anonymous yet loving public. Many of you have become people I care about, who I think of. I’m not really a discreet kind of person in real life…in my blogging life I can allow myself even more openness and say nearly everything I feel, which feels really good to me. Anyway, I am pleasantly surprised with all of this, but it reminded me of how, in the beginning of this journey, the first of December 2011, in my first post ever, By Dawn’s Early Write, (I know, I just love corny word games! Did you see that link, Sacha?) I wrote, “Writing feels like being thrown a rope, a way of pulling myself out of….myself (I am incredibly self-absorbed) and really I hope that doing this enables me have at least one major success in my life. Not that I’ve never had any. I just want to express myself without anyone interrupting, more or less. And be published and become incredibly famous and wealthy.” So far I am not published nor incredibly famous or wealthy…but I was hoping I might write 100 posts, have 10,000 clicks. I just thought of this a few weeks ago and ever since, I can’t think of anything to write about. I have had a few days lately where my stats said “0” at 8AM and “0” at 8PM. I feel so forgotten then. I think a great deal of the blogging experience takes root in exchange. I have not been reading anyone lately, I have not been writing either…and now I can either slip into the land of the forgotten or I can say more of what I have to say. Hopefully it is not too late to become a household name, to have the masses ripping my clothing off…I can’t wait!