(Socket to Me! from The Faces That Launched a Thousand Quips)
It’s hard to believe that it’s been a full year since I wrote my first post, A Small Wobbly Step Into the Blogosphere. I was quite apprehensive and anxious. It’s not easy to make yourself so vulnerable. But here I am, a year later, wobbling along. I was going to write a post reflecting on what I wrote then and how I feel about blogging now, but I guess I’d like to give that a little more thought.
But, for fun, I thought I’d revisit one of my earlier pieces—one of my favorites, The Faces That Launched A Thousand Quips. Naturally, it’s from the Silliness category (in case you couldn’t tell from the photo…and the title). I still remember how much fun I had doing that post, though it took several hours to take all the shots. Take a look—I’m pretty certain it will make you laugh.
Oddly enough, some of my other favorites fall into the other extreme—the I-think-I-might-be-an-old-cranky-curmudgeon category: A Friendly Word of Advice to the AARP , A Note to the Glib, Gauche Guy in Guccis, and A Passel of Personal Peeves. I would like to note that the Gauche Guy in Guccis piece was written about men where I used to live–not where I live now. Why, the other day, at CVS, I even had a fellow with a big ladder in his hands hold the door for me.
But I’m proudest of the ones I wrote about my son Benjamin’s struggle with autism. I say his “struggle with autism.” Really, it was more his struggle with the world and how it so often discounts, dismisses, or rejects those who are different. I’m proud of these posts because the fact that Benjamin allowed me to post them meant that he was finally moving towards acceptance of his autism and acceptance of who he is. As I said in the post, Benjamin Raps, he was at last breaking “free of the bondage of believing the ill-conceived and ill-founded opinions of others and learning to see the truth of who he really is.” If you’d like to read them, click on the Autism category. I’d be pleased if you did.
Now that I think about it, that was one of the reasons I took my own bold step into the blogosphere. To break free of my own bondage…of fear, of timidity, of insecurity. I’d like to be able to say that I’ve become a bold, daring, confident woman. But I haven’t…yet.
But even if I haven’t arrived, I’m still out here, stumbling along, looking for grace and striving towards light. One wobbly step at the time.
So, thanks. For those of you still walking along with me and for those who have recently joined me—I appreciate you sharing my journey. I am so grateful for the company.