I wanted to write a really heartfelt post today, but I’m just not feeling it. That’s my biggest struggle as a writer: sometimes I have these flashes of eloquence, where words pour from my fingertips in just the right order, and sometimes (most of the time) I can barely construct a sentence.
But I’m grateful that I can write in the first place, and that a handful of people have thought, in a few rare instances, that my writing deserves to be published.
I joke that my mom and my sister are the only people who read this blog, but when I look at my blog stats, I’m surprised at the different places that pop up. Sweden, Australia, Japan (that’s my sister but it still looks cool) and many different states in the U.S.
So thanks, blog readers, for stopping by every now and then to read my ramblings. I’m thankful to have an audience, as anonymous as it is, and I hope that amongst the ranty, the syrupy, and the lame posts, you find that every now and then I write something that resonates with you.
Thank you for stopping by.
