52 Weeks

This post marks my 52nd week as a blogger. I have posted an article every Sunday for the past year.  What a fun journey this has been.  I am pleased that it has been rewarding and an additional creative outlet for me.  Interestingly, the blog is totally different from my original intent. As a newbie, I tried to follow the bloggers’ manual I found online but I ended up winging it. I now know had I followed the original plan the blog would have become laborious and rigid.  Without the spontaneity I thrive on, I am sure both you and I would have quickly lost interest. 

I had no idea the blog would take on a life itself. Or that I would be sharing our intimate details.  I often sent family members photos and texts of our activities.  They seemed to like most the ones that began with, “You are not going to believe this!”  Those communications pretty much became the theme of the blog.  Through the blog, you were introduced to my unique perspective on the mundane and the not so. You got to know us and laugh along as we laughed at ourselves.  I shared my attempt to fly on a trapeze and my flying with toddler baby Jesus.  Our eluding being arrested at Taylor’s graduation and my narrow escape from baby Jiminy cricket.  My learning to swim and to play the harmonica.  Our time with family and Pork the pig taking a walk about the neighborhood. Many of you became a part of our stories and were included in the blog posts.  We are grateful to all who took the time to follow us.  We greatly appreciate your encouragement. Thank you for your comments, texts, phone calls, and emails. 

So, as this year winds down where do I go from here?  I have plans to add new projects to my repertoire.  I anticipate that some things will remain the same while others will change or be let go of. I am excited about these changes and look forward to what comes next.  How that will show up and affect the blog, at this point I do not know.  One thing for sure, I do not plan to slow down anytime soon.   We all know when I am on the move things can get very interesting.  That is bound to bring about many more tales that I will want to share.  Either through this blog, or in some other form, I am sure you will continue to hear from me.

Speaking of changes, my mother has discovered the fountain of youth. During a conversation with her I causally mentioned her age. She quickly corrected me with a firm, “I’m not that old, I’m only 87 years-old.”  Confused, I started counting using fingers, toes, and my calculator. (So you were…when Von was born?)  Alrighty then. I know some would argue or pull out her birth certificate just to prove her wrong.  Not me! Instead, I hit the family hotline.  I instructed everyone to deduct four years from their current age.  (My big brother Von became legit again!)

Our precious momma decided that she is a young 87 years-old and holding.  We often hear that age is just a number and she is certainly within her rights. Of course, I am going to take full advantage of this gift as I kick-start my new season of change in ‘Amandaland.’ If the good Lord who is the creator of time blesses me with four extra years, then I say a mighty fine thank you as I graciously accept.

Cheers,

Amanda 😉

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