Don’t you love those moments where you realize you’re seeing God?
RIP Baroness Thatcher.
May your legacy and memory live on.
Living Inbetween was a great form of expression/psuedo-therapy for me last year. I was seriously regimented about having a post everyday that was actually poignant to the bit of life I had lived in that 24 hour span. A bit before his (Living Inbetween is a male) first birthday, a bunch of soap opera style dramatics went down and my attention was diverted from Tumblr. Then, all of a sudden its 9 months later and I haven’t posted once.
I think I could start again.
But in a weird way I wonder if anyone really cares if I do. Does anyone read….you know I don’t even need you to read…..does anyone appreciate this at all?
The whole “digital diary” approach to this is neat; it’s actually kinda cool to go back through the pages and remember specific days. But ever since my first attempt in 2nd grade I’ve been awful at keeping up diaries. If this blog actually meant something to others besides myself I think the sense of obligation would be the best motivator out there.
So tell me, are you even reading this?
Have a good birthday big guy.
I’ll take one in chocolate please.
I feel like I’ve earned that in the past few weeks.