I mean, seven years of blogging. Yes, that’s right Okay, who am I kidding? It’s blabbing. In fact, I’m not even sure that this blog has a point. But I don’t let minor things like that get to me. I believe writing is the cheapest form of therapy, and everyone knows I need all the therapy I can afford.
I look back at the thousand-something posts I’ve written and cringe at many of them. I recently took down my Proverbs 31 series because my husband wants me to revise it for publication through our church’s ministry, the Watchman Press. As I re-read it, I sighed, blushed and winced. It’s awful! I am hoping that I can improve upon it, at least enough so that in a few years I won’t hate what I’ve written.
Since 2007, I’ve written about grief, ministry, family, sorrow, joy, loneliness, depression, worry, words, my personal walk with God, and more. Through it all, you’ve been there. You’ve been my free therapists, enduring all of my blabbing. And I appreciate it with all that is in me.
To celebrate this little blogging milestone, I bought some mini cupcakes for the me and the kids to enjoy. (Terry is anti-cupcake.) (I’m kidding.) (He just didn’t want any.)
If I look worn and weary in this photo, it’s because I have a very good camera. That is exactly what I am. This has been a killer week. How nice that I am ending it on a high note. It would have been nicer if I could have remembered my blogging anniversary sooner, so I could have hosted a giveaway or something. But that would have required planning, which would mean I had a brain in my head. And we all know that I do not. Since I can’t giveaway anything, I’d like you to go out and buy yourself a cupcake – or make one if you’re so inclined – and eat it, that way we can celebrate together, even though we’re apart. See? Makes perfect sense.
I think I’ll go to bed now.
With love from your therapy patient,