So it's that time again. When I try to come up with something genius to signify this milestone in my life, because a milestone it is.
Two hundred posts. And four years of writing. About fifty posts per year, four posts per month, on average. That's quite a bit if you break it down.
And again, after thinking about it for the longest time and drawing a complete blank, I am just going to say that I am thankful.
For books. For language. For the ability to translate to writing all, okay, most of the thoughts that swirl around in this head of mine; for the ability to string together a coherent sentence. For an outlet. For communication and conversation. For poetry and art. For inspiration. For thought itself. For great thinkers and authors. For the ability to remember and record. For memory. For colour and light. For pictures. For technology.
I am thankful, for words. They are all I have. All I ever will have.
Four years, two hundred posts, and a never-ending journey of discovery.
Here is to you, dear blog.
Here is to me.