Today marks the first anniversary of
~ This Being Alive.
At this very moment, I'm channeling Stephen, my second grader who wrote in his journal... Today I feel happy. I don't know why.
Best journal entry ever.
But I do know why.
Thanks to an angel from Arkansas, I began This Being Alive one year ago today. He said, For goodness sakes, any idiot can do it, Bets! No, that's wrong; angels from Arkansas would never say such a thing. Nope. They'd send simple directions for a techno-challenged writer on how to start your own blog. A gentle nudge.
Other angels nudged too, but mostly it was my own inner nudging, or thrashing around in a paper bag that pushed me...
off the riverbank and into the river!
If a group of behavioral scientists (or readers) made a line graph of the past 365 posts, they would likely observe dangerous dips of serotonin levels, manic moments of magical thinking, sentimental sinkholes, sadness holding hands with supreme joy and love...
Mix in babies and wild turkeys, Elizabeth and Bean, Mr. Rogers, bumper stickers, balls hanging from bumpers, Jesse, Jesus, Plato, play dough, marriage, Michael, miracles, Claire, prayer, Dad, something called busy mind, mother love, army boots, Owen the orange cat, wrinkles, family, friends, fear, a dog named Chewy, road trips, and a river...and you've got a few things to write about.
Michael insists I'm being a tad dramatic, but I live by this:
Writing can save your life.
It's because of you that This Being Alive is my happy place, even when I'm weeping uncontrollably.
trust unflinching, I wrote in the very first post.
I'm sticking around. I hope you will too.
My arms are wide open with gratitude and love!