Today I am celebrating making it to thirty blog posts. When I started, I wondered if I could write every day. There have been days when ideas don't come, but so often there is an inspiring thought and off I go. I didn't expect the exercise to be so rewarding. I didn't expect the blogging itself to be a blessing.
I am very good at worrying in the middle of the night. Especially at about three in the morning, if I awaken, there is always something to worry about. It doesn't matter how trivial or unlikely the issue appears by the light of day, it will produce plenty of grist for the worry mill. Since I began this blog, I have only to focus on what small blessing to write about next. This short-circuits the worry machine, and sends me back to sleep.
The process of writing, in itself, is like a meditation. By the time I hit the "Publish Post" button, I feel centered and refreshed. The posts are not of equal quality, but, as Julia Child wrote: ""No matter what happens in the kitchen, never apologize."
Blessings to all of you who read this and have encouraged me.