friends

I started this blog some years ago as a way to share my travels with my family and friends. It was simply meant to let everyone know where I was and what I was doing. To have them share in my excitement, my adventures. To give them a glimpse of what I was seeing and experiencing.

It has quietly evolved into an outlet for my thoughts on different aspects of my life. It helps remind me of my growth and what’s important to me. Hopefully in the future, my kids may have something to reference, for whatever reason.

It’s no big thing really – but oftentime I feel a vulnerability that makes me withdraw into my shell and hide away from the sheer openness of it all.

Over time however, I’ve received more than my fair share of complements. My family and friends, and sometimes total strangers, mention casually that they enjoy reading my stories. Some look forward to ‘traveling’ with me. And even sharing my adventures with their friends. Sometimes, I make you cry. Sometimes I make you laugh. Whatever the emotion, I am truly humbled that you take the time to share in my moments.

So Thank You… I am sincerely forever grateful.

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Enjoying the moment

This blogging thing is quite crazy actually. I write arbitrary thoughts about things that cross my mind from one day to the next and I take great care in selecting some of my better photographs to share. I read and re-read every post, several times, and most times I share with my husband – my biggest fan – for his critique. Then, I press ‘Publish’.

I wait. Patiently at first. Then not at all. Wait for what you may ask? I wait for the ‘likes’, the comments and the new followers.

It’s just crazy and my husband laughs at me every day. How many likes did you get today? Any comments on that topic? Read them to me. I laugh too, for it has become such a game for the both of us. But deep down, for me anyway, it really isn’t a game at all.

Being connected is an important part of being human.

I feel as if there’s a virtual world out there that I’ve connected with. A world where there are people just like me who want to express themselves. People who have arbitrary thoughts about arbitrary topics. Thoughts that resonate with me. People I have made a connection with. It’s almost as if it were my secret world.

And don’t we all want to connect and feel a part of something, something bigger than ourselves. Don’t we all have that special friend, sister, brother with whom we share our deepest feelings and with whom we can happily sit in silence, finish each other’s sentences, or understand very well their every facial expression. With whom we can laugh about nothing, cry about everything. With whom we have a special bond, a special connection.

The very essence of life is about connection.