I've got a head cold and my head and nose hurt, but I couldn't end NaBloPoMo without a real post for today.
I'm catching up on laundry tonight (an organized laundry routine still eludes me) and collecting odds and ends for the White Elephant sale at church. The latter is tough because I de-clutter regularly (I stop by the thrift store or local pregnancy aid center AT LEAST every two weeks) but I've managed to pull a few things together.
I love blogging. I love writing and I love reading other blogs. It's scary for sure to put some things out there, but I have to trust that people read with kind intentions. There's nothing more I can do, for I don't think I could stop now.
I've got several posts in draft form that I'd love to finish up, but I'll certainly take a break for a week or so.
Perhaps it's narcissistic in a way, but I love that there's a record of me an my family. 4-5 generations hence, no one will remember us or our stories, or that we were HERE. But now there will always be a record on the Internet !
Go and read Therese's post about the end of NaBloPoMo. She is a witty one.
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