Bread And Bridges

Happy birthday to my blog! It was one year ago today that I wrote my first post, a little observation about how snow creates magical new beginnings, with a nod to the Narnia franchise and a handful of pictures from my snow-covered neighborhood. 

Of course, I learned a lot in the 365 days that followed; the most important points I can sum up in two metaphorical comparisons:

Writing stories in my blog has become daily bread for me. At first, it was a discipline, a chore that I held myself to doing, even when I didn't want to. But somewhere around the five- or six-month mark, the daily process of birthing a post became second nature to me. Unlike many other bloggers, I don't plan my posts out ahead of time. I wake up in the morning and wonder what the day will bring to me that will be worthy of a story. And you know what? Something always happens. It's a fun and exciting process to see what manna from heaven will fall to my feet each day.

After a year of writing stories for my blog, I am more sure than ever that this process is taking me somewhere. I still don't know exactly where I'm going, or how the blog is helping me get there. But there is no doubt in my mind that my words are a bridge that is leading me from my old life as Mom to a still-unknown new world as Diane again. Last year, when I wrote those first few posts, it was as if I was just stepping away from familiar territory and out onto the open span. Right now, I feel as if I have walked well out into the middle of the crossing, and while the other side is still shrouded in fog, I know it's there, waiting for me to come.

And when I get there, I'll be sure to let you know what I find.