I’ve been thinking . . .
On a Friday morning when among other things, I will be meeting some really important people — every one of them. . . . I sit here with my laptop, thinking about what a lucky a person I am. Like the rest of us, who would have thought anything like this would have come of it when I wrote that first blog post (how long ago?)? I had no idea that anything like this would ever come of it.
Yet here I am, deleting a sentence I just spent a good hour editing. What I was trying to say in too many words was that I’ve changed and that folks who’ve known me are noticing.
“Wow, you did that differently than you would have done that a year or two ago.”
“I don’t have time for grown ups who act like spoiled brats anymore. Too many good folks are worth worrying about.”
“Blogging has been good for you.”
Everyone who reads my blogs has had a hand in that growth. Everyone has taught me.
On a Friday morning, with my laptop again in front of me I am wondering. Who would have thought anything like this might have been come of it?
I never dreamed I would fall in love.