21 november

are you bored with me yet?  it's been three weeks of daily (minus one) posting and i'm afraid you might be getting bored.  when i started blogging, my brother asked me who i was writing for - who was my audience?  i remember answering, at the time, that i was writing for myself, to myself.  and i think that was true, at the time.  but as life evolved here - as people started reading and commenting, things shifted and we were - we are - having a conversation of sorts, right?  things shifted, and i wasn't writing only to myself anymore.  most of the time.  but this month, with all this posting, i've had to put aside my questions about whether each and every post is interesting enough, important enough.  i've had to put aside my questions and rely on the fact that the exercise is meaningful in and of itself.  that the writing, the making myself write, the finding a subject and doing something - anything - with that subject, has value.  and so here we are on day 21.

yesterday's post about gratitude - and your responses to it - have me really thinking.  about gratitude.  about the importance of naming the gratitude in an effort to invite more of it into my life.  about how so very much i have to be grateful for.

today, another list: lying in bed until 8.  a super deal on a sandy koufax baseball card.  lego flowers.  eggs with runny yellows and toast to soak it up with.  buckyballs.  mozzarella, tomato, and pesto on health bread - shared.  walking the trail on a november day.  more frisbee.  four of us under one roof.  dinner with dear friends.  colorful nail polish.  mint chip ice cream.  bedtime.

tomorrow, more thoughts about gratitude.  and a small gift.

Comments

[Sarah Jackson]

I'm not tired of it. I'm happy to see you here every day, friend. xoxo.

[RW]

I, too, am happy to see you every day.

[erin]

are you kidding me? i could never get tired of it. it's so nice to see you in this space and to read your thoughts. i am grateful for that.

[peachey]

what a perfectly pleasant list.

[Ali]

Never bored with you - just sometimes a bit time pushed to leave a friendly word.

[blair]

I'm not bored at all, I've been quietly reading each post (sorry I don't comment more often, I should). Thanks for the link to the buckyballs, how fun!

[Peter]

It's been a pleasure to read your daily posts this month -- I will miss them when December comes.

[Grace]

What Blair said.

[vintage simple]

I love the quiet world that your writing brings. And your photos, too. I feel a little bit like life pauses and I get to really see a glimpse of your world. So, no you don't bore me. At all. I may not comment every time, and I may not even read daily, but know that I enjoy the moments I spend here when I visit with you. So for that, thank you.

-maria