It’s one year of blogging today.
[25 June] This post was in drafts and I didn’t have time to finish it. My silence since I’m back is explained easily: a lot of work. Sometimes you have to do things and have less space for a reflection (or reflection is too confidential to blog :)
I wanted to write here about my experiences during this year, but I feel a bit of wordless now.
It fits. It’s like it has been here always. Like finding the missing piece of the puzzle. Like a book that says something you have in mind, but much better.
It feels simple. You don’t need much. You are not afraid. You can be yourself.
It challenges. It feels like flying, like opening new doors. You don’t know what will be there tomorrow, but you are looking forward to it.
It’s interplay. Dialogues. Care. Growth.
And you don’t need words to explain it. Living through it is much better.
This is what I call love. Somehow I feel like that about blogging. That’s why I don’t feel like explaining it. Blogging is much better than writing about blogging :)
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