Hello friends!

Who else could use a little less 2020 talk? Just me? I feel like all I've said since March is: life is hard and I'm stressed and I really need a vacation. Anyone feel me?

So! Moving on. . .

Two weeks ago, this space turned 3 years old. I know I know I know. The appropriate thing is to announce it with "Hey I've been here ____ years!!! come celebrate!!! send virtual cake and flowers!!" Not that you'd remember, but I also missed my 2nd blog anniversary. #GoMe By the time I remembered, it was actually November and it felt weird to celebrate a month after it happened so I just. . .didn't. Then this year. . .I am good at remembering dates and anniversaries, I promise.

I was thinking the other day about my "following", and how it feels roughly the same as when I started. A handful of people probably left (or maybe they don't comment, I'll never know). It's weird to think about because, as a blogger, shouldn't I want to grow this space?? Deep down, I guess, I'd love that. There's no feeling quite as close to when you write, publish, and open it back up the next day to see that it mattered to someone besides you.

Growing a following definitely matters less to me than it did when I first started. I know any blog guru would thumbs down my "one blog post per month" streak. It's not the best way to keep followers. But since I need everything I write to be perfectly meaningful, I will always have this problem.

This space doesn't look like much from the outside, but that's okay. I show up because I love it here. I love writing. This space is a catharsis and my own little corner. And I'll be here no matter who reads or doesn't.

thank YOU for sticking around for my weirdness and crazy thoughts and writing ruts.
I wish I could bring you cookies and flowers.

STALK THE JOURNEY

1 year anniversary! / first post I ever wrote