One year, and counting.

It was on this day last year that I recreated my blog. Before then, I really did think I was done… but oh what a fool I was. If I stopped writing, who’d keep me company?! It’s been some journey these past days and it’s hard to believe it’s a year already. I haven’t got words to express the immaculate mess that is me right now, in the wake of everything writing has gifted me… but I am grateful! For the pen, and the paper; the muse, and its readers.

It’s been fun! Writing through my Monday Musings, and Tuesday Confessions, the Poems and the almost- cliché stories… I have lived through these words, and grown through your comments. And it’s wonderful knowing that somehow, regardless of what I feel, there is someone out there who can well connect with me.

Like so many other bloggers would say, the stats don’t lie! So ‘m thankful to everyone that has much as visited, and those that ‘ve been so kind enough to make this place a home away from home. I am one of the most terrible friends that there can be on planet earth, but ‘m lucky to have you guys! Thank you for the encouragement, the support and the push. I hope you stick through still, as I grow on.

This is Me, thanking you for being you and saying Happy one year of reading Me.

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