My dearest and wickedest Leeanna, over at Can We Have a New Witch Ours Melted, wrote a post about how she can barely believe that she has been blogging for almost four years. I’m right there with her. This is my 1,154th post, and I’m fully conscious that I still have lots to run my mouth (fingertips?) about.
The other day, while in the arms of a feverish delirium inspired by the fury of the New York’s summer heat and a particularly severe fit of coughing, I came to the conclusion that I always have so much to say because, well… I tend to repeat myself. In an effort to proof myself right, I went back to reread some old posts… and some more… and you know what I figured out? I was half wrong.
It’s true that I still write about the same topics: words, storytelling, witchy living, social issues, minority group relations, diversity, nature… but I don’t write about them in the same way. My thoughts on each of the subjects have evolved. In some cases they are completely different from when I started blogging back in 2009. Five years doesn’t seem like such a long time, until I take into consideration the fact that I spent those years living in five different states and residing in about nine different addresses.
Some of the changes have been painful, others fun, each of them necessary. I guess it is life—we live, break some things, improve others and grow more into ourselves…
I’m enjoying the process of rereading and examining some of my old thoughts, as well as your comments at the time they were published. When I get rid of this cold (soon, I think!), I will share the experience with you. I might even start working on that labeling project; the one I was supposed to have finished about a year ago *cough, cough, cough*.
Golden Memories - Lost Loves, by SunshineShelle