One year.
The time that has passed since beginning this blog.
I did it for me.
And told about 4 people...literally.
I have linked a few comments on other blogs to this site but that's it.
It's a place that is secret yet open to anyone who might find it.
A place where I can write and process and remember.
A place I still feel unprepared to acknowledge publicly.
A place I hold close to my chest.
Is that weird?
I am unsure, but I think I like it this way.
At least for now as much as it is in my control.
One year.
Of keeping an on-line journal (albeit sporadic at best).
Of having an outlet to express, create, speak.
To have a voice but to know it's quiet.
One year.
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