Number Nineteen
Last night I visited my past. I delved into the archives of Dead Yet Living and read my 18 total posts from last June 18th-September 18th. It's a strange experience to read old writing like that. Last summer feels so much further than this. Years further. I see a lot of growth. I am not the same. Sometimes all I recognize is that I still harbor the same burdens. It doesn't seem to me like I'm battling any better, on so many things. Still, in some indescribable sense I see growth.
Pride makes me wish I had discovered blogging on my own, but I have to thank Rich for getting me started. Thanks, Rich. I went through the seven months of archives here on To Whom. Ironically, I have 18 posts so far. I told Rich and Justin that this makes me wonder if I should bow out gracefully now. Then I realized, I'd need one last post, it's unlike me to go without saying goodbye. So it looks as though I'm stuck here for awhile. If only I had figured this out on my 17th post, if only. What's funny is, I almost inevitably write at least 18 per week on Eye Level.