I’ve just returned from a long weekend in beautiful Chicago and while I recover, I’d like to share something I wrote over four years ago, on a day much like to today – sunny, clear and heartbreakingly nostalgic. To understand where this comes from, it may help to know that I’ve been reading various blogs since 2000, I’ve kept journals my entire life and am slightly obsessed with family history. I’m a classic introvert – analytical, creative, pragmatic, but sensitive to rejection. I’ve wanted my own blog for the longest time, but never felt comfortable enough to actually pull the trigger. Social situations simultaneously thrill, terrify and exhaust me. This is what I wrote, but never actually posted … until today.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Okay, so I’ve decided to start a blog – eight years too late, but what the hell, right?
You could say that I’ve been planning…
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