A Birthday Card To My Blog

Dear Blog of mine,

Today is your birthday. 
365 days ago, you were born into a mother (um, ME) who was then too timid to announce it to the world. SO TIMID, that she had to birth you anonymously and keep you all to herself for the first few months of your life.

It was rocky at first between us, dear Blog, but all beginnings are hard... and by June of last year we found our own dance to groove to, our own musical notes to play, and our own stories to tell.
It was rocky and then in an instant - it wasn't.
Suddenly there they were: short stories about loss and longing and love and fear, a full play we came up with together on this very blog, so many poems that were at times funny but most often melancholic, random blog posts about the tensed reality of our times, creative investigations into words and wisdoms, 'How To' lists about anything from 'what to watch during the pandemic' to 'what are my favorite places in the world', a dialogue between cats experiencing short term memory (yes, for real, I don't know where THAT came from, obviously I am a cat-person), and I even made up my own coded language that I  challenged my readers to guess. (The prize for that riddle is still up for grabs FYI!)

365 days of diving in to my inner life, exploring what's there and tossing it out hoping for the best. All I had to do was SHOW UP to you, and you were there, showing up to me in all your glory. Teaching me to be a better writer, a better person, a better thinker and a better lover. 

I may have birthed YOU a year ago, as a creative experiment of sorts, but you birthed a creative warrior out of me; a pro that only needs to find some time, a Wifi signal, a seat in front of my laptop - and the muse comes, and the flow flows and the words write themselves. 

Happy birthday to US then, dear blog of mine.
Thank you for being my teacher, my comrade, my creation and my creator. 

Love,

​Your momma.