What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. - T.S. Eliot
So this is it.
August in Virginia ended the same way it came in: raining.
31 days later; I'm 31 days older, 31 days wiser, and 31 days have been added to my personal journal (which I share with you, my dear readers).
I went through some problems this month; some serious, others hilarious (remember my tweets about being vain?)
And I documented it all. I even took pictures.
Today started off bad. I didn't want to get up for work. When I did get up, the vehicle's battery decided that it quit me and my brother. What fun. I was late for work. My boss decided that she's better than everyone else, so she can say what she wants. I used my wit and sarcasm to shut her up.
But then...
At 7:07 PM, I received a text that made me smile from here to San Diego. And now, I'm here, writing.
I'm extremely grateful for each and every one of my readers. I'm taking the time out to thank you guys, for if it wasn't for you, there wouldn't be a reason to post this online.
What's in my future? Well, I don't know. That's the exciting part about it. I will probably do one, maybe two more Post-Everyday-For-A-Month blocks. I've got a couple of backlogs that I need to get out.
Don't think of this as the end. Think of this... as the beginning. Like how you need vanilla and mint and cookies to start making Mint Cookies and Cream ice cream; I need to live, write and for you to read to make Blogs Of The Invisible Soul.
This is only the beginning. I promise, there's some exciting stuff coming down the pipeline for me.
And I can't want to share it with each and every one of you.
As an old friend of mine wrote in my yearbook from high school: Laugh often, Love fearlessly, and Live in the moment.
*P.S. Hey, Serendipity. I love you.
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4 comments:
This real spit, dunny. I was just explaining to a co-worker how "death isn't the end, but only the beginning." I got that from The Mummy.
But you reminded me, some things come to an end only to open other doors for "newness", if you will. For example, the Caddy had been wreaked. But loosing that car saves up the insurance and up keep money and we can use that so my son can go to Montessori (google it).
I thought of all that reading this post. Thanks for the enlightenment, sir.
DS out.
No need to Google it, my son attends the same.
You're welcome on the enlightenment tip, good sir.
I thank you for blessing us, the blogger/reader relationship is symbiotic, we need each other, and heal each other... your blog makes me smile :)
Awww. Thank you, Alise.
I'm glad I could make someone smile.
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