I miss the time I started this blog. I used to live in a crazy Chinese landlord’s house in London. The stone walls render London colder, only to be worsened by the lack of warmth in the people who shared the house with me. Still, that time I miss. It was a good period for this blog. It was all about me. It still is.
I feel bad that I seem to have no energy to write on this blog as regularly as I used. Some comments are left unanswered. I know that is uncharacteristic of me. I have been told my writing style has changed. Poetry has left me. So has humour. A few regulars don’t seem to be around any more. A few of us share more than this blog space. The line differentiating my blog life from the rest of my life is now becoming indistinct.
Just when I had been musing over the entity of my blog, along came Phish. He understands what I want to say. He also does a great job of connecting with my thought process. Since I have always believed that if I could connect with even one other person with my means of communication the entire process is worth it. He and the likes of him make blogging worth while. So not only does he bring a new spark to my blog life he goes ahead and gives me an award. Thank you. While you were away you were missed too.
The point I am trying to make is, that one can be an artist, a realist, an author, a girl next door or a guy next door (avoiding gender discrimination) and be excellent. In my opinion that is. Or one could just be themselves and some one else will be OK with that.