Well, look at that. It’s my 100th post.
I can’t believe I’ve already jabbered here a hundred separate times. I feel like a real blogger now. I’ve finally gotten my wings. It’s strange; I’m going to have to get used to this flying thing.
When I started here a year and change ago, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted this blog to be. I figured I’d use this as a space to let off steam, put up some photos of things I cooked, and let the rest sort itself out. But slowly, it’s becoming clear that when I take the time to write from the heart, people listen. I’ve now written two posts, in particular, that have struck a nerve in ways I never expected. So many people have reached out with their responses and stories; even when I don’t agree with everyone, it amazes me that people took the time to read and respond to little old me. I’m touched, and I’m honored, and I’m humbled.
I’m also thinking.