This Marks One Year!

This week marks one full year of blogging for me-52 solid weeks of writing something new every week. It has been a joy which I have looked forward to- posting and finding a proper photo to add. I especially looked forward to the comments on Facebook which have inspired me to keep moving forward. 

I have learned quite a bit about myself- my feelings, what I love and what disappoints me. I often write in the wee hours of the morning when I’m unable to sleep. I’ve heard it said that we have eternity to sleep, so why not make the most of those wakeful moments. Through analytics on my website, I have learned that the blogs with the most reads are often the challenging ones about Sag Harbor and the changes that have occurred here through the eyes of a local. Some blogs have had almost 900 reads-while others just 60-but I figure those 60 folks are the ones who have been like my blogging family throughout the year-reading and often responding each week. There are folks reading that I’ve never met, in all the corners of the world, and that can be pretty remarkable. 

I have also learned that I love to write-I’m not sure where it came from- but I just love words and how they come together to form a thought. I also have enjoyed how the simplicity of life shines through. And now I wonder do I have another year of ideas to write about? Do I try to garner a larger readership or sit back and enjoy what I have? Is it equally valuable to have a small, dedicated readership than a large, anonymous one?

If you are reading this, I would like to thank you for taking this journey with me! For the most part I have a vague idea who might be visiting each week and believe it or not, I write with you in mind-will they like this one? Will they be disappointed?  Though fewer than 100 people have subscribed, I still find great value in sharing thoughts and ideas with whoever stops by.

Writing, walking and taking photos has given me great purpose during this retired, pandemic life-to look at the same neighborhood and village, the same four walls, the gray bark and withered leaves, through the lens of my camera and search my soul for what makes it sing, to find a purpose in each day, can be challenging and also rewarding.

I will look forward to the world opening its doors again. I will look forward to travel, and a sense of freedom that I feel as if I’ve lost. I will look forward to family parties and holidays and a world with less fear. I hope to continue my journey with you and I thank you for stopping by again and again and again-and giving this lone writer something to write about.