It is easy to forget why I started here.
In the days before giveaways, and sponsors, and formspring - -
there existed just me, a confused, lonely freshman who took her feelings out,
not on her roommate, although it may have happened once or twice (Sorry Lizzie).
Not on her boyfriend at the time who came to be someone she doesn't think about anymore
because the forever one was thousands of miles away in Argentina.
(She just didn't know it yet.)
Or on her journal, which sat stationary in the draw under her desk - willing, even desiring to accept her secrets but instead collecting dust, while the girl sat down at her computer,
afraid to sort out her feelings, because she was afraid of what might be in there. Inside her.
Doubt? Yes. Uncertainty? Yes. Courage? Enough.
She cracked open the computer, typed in the words -
And started a blog.
500 posts later, I am so grateful for that little bit of courage, that enabled me to find myself through my own words, my keyboard, and the kindness of strangers that have become my friends. Thank you, each of you who have helped me find my voice. For every comment that inspired me and motivated me and reminded me that blogging isn't to become popular or recognized or paid. It is to write about our lives and our moments and our feelings so that we can bless others and meet ourselves again and again.