Warning: The following paragraph is a veritable minefield of links to old posts. Be careful, deeply stupid and/or personal posts may pop up if clicked.
I've written fifty-five posts, averaging about one a week. If you read this regularly, of course, you know that that's not really how it worked out. I post in spurts and then ignore it for weeks. I may or may not treat my diet the same way. I read back through all fifty-five. Some are more personal than I ever thought I'd write when I started this, like this one, this one, and especially this one. The career highs and lows were a little hard to read because of where I am now. I accomplished some of my dreams like graduating and passing the bar. I had to put some on hold until I find that right job. With faith I've been able see my blessings and survive my struggles. Humor always helps, too. This, this, and uh, this were fun for me to write. I should probably be more embarasssed than I am, but since my usual audience is my squirrely little pup, I've lost touch with my better judgment. I've been surprised by this little hobby. Even more than I've revealed about myself, I've revealed a lot to myself. For someone of my temperament, it's been rewarding, but hard at times, too. Other than being nuts, there are very few things that I've stayed committed to for a year. That has to count for something!
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