For me, September always felt like the new year rather than January. Maybe it is from growing up with teacher mom who's schedule revolved around the school year. Or, maybe it is my intense connection to summertime that causes me to feel a sense of mourning and rebirth at it's end. This past year has been the best and craziest of my life so far. I had a baby, quit a job I loved and started my own business which I love even more. It's been a year of self-discovery, euphoric joy, unexpected heartbreak, overwhelming thankfulness and overpowering love.
I have been feeling the need for an outlet to express the inner monolog I narrate in my head all day, so I decided to jump on the blogwagon and put it out there for the world to see, even if no one reads it. Well, my mom probably will (if her dial-up internet is working that is).
You have your first reader! Hooray and welcome to the blogging world!
ReplyDeleteI read it! I agree with feeling like September is the start of a new year. Maybe it is because we are the children of educators.
ReplyDeleteI'll read you Hannah! I have a little blog too :)
ReplyDeleteWell of course I'll read it! Just now got my high-speed internet connection going and already I can tell the difference. Love the pictures of our blomberg boys! We had a great visit with the family.
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