A regular reader recently told a mutual friend that she's disappointed when she reads one of my posts and finds me "happy and giddy."
Apparently she finds no poignancy in my ramblings when my life is firing on all cylinders.
This brings up a good point.
My blog is a daily writing exercise for me and the fact that anyone at all chooses to read it is a bonus.
That people follow my blog, much less 108 of them, was completely unexpected.
Now I'm wondering if, like her, they were only reading to hear me long for what I wanted.
From where I sat, I'd always thought my blog demonstrated my enthusiasm for whatever life I was leading at any given moment.
When I began this blog back in early 2009, I admit my life was at a low point, with recent losses in job, health and love.
But over the past four and a half years, my life has moved on in many interesting ways and that's what I try to share.
I'm a firm believer in the journey, not the destination, being the purpose and finding satisfaction in whatever life presents me.
I hope there are still readers who find me chronicling my pleasure in the parts of my journey I choose to share worth reading.
And if not, I know there must be plenty of less happy and giddy blogs out there.
I hate to disappoint, but I am who I am.
Poignantly, this post replaces what would have been a happy, giddy post for last night.