*Actual transcript of Sally Fields' 1985 Oscar acceptance speech.
Tonight I went to a Christmas event for the Board I'm on. While I was mingling, a young elected official who I admire began to praise my blog to all around us. I was so surprised -- I didn't know she knew of it, and she clearly was a frequent reader. She said she felt like a part of my life. I was so pleased, and frankly stunned.
[She also told me this great story about the Baked Goods Christmas Tree she won but that's another post.]
I know some of my regular readers: there's the blog writing crowd (linked over there on the right), some coworkers and my family, but who else? I have no idea. (Sorry, but I don't count the chicken-sweater seekers. They don't care about me -- they just want poultry patterns.)
It's such a self-indulgent exercise, writing a personal blog. I have nothing much to talk about except my ever-fascinating self. I keep myself entertained, but I'm always so taken aback when I hear from others who enjoy it. That truly feels like a gift from the universe.
So here's to you, known and hidden readers. For you I search for new topics, I edit my words carefully, I sit down and write even when I have nothing to say. I don't know how long this blog will continue (I'm beginning to bore myself, frankly), but as long as you're out there, I'll keep trying. Kisses and hugs, love you, mean it and all that. Hope you had a Happy Hanukkah. (We'll discuss Christmas later)
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