This post is too late for Warriorwoman's contest - drunk blogging. And that's okay. I just won't have the chance to win one of her pentagrams, even though I'd really like to win one. I've really wanted to say all of what I say here (and more) for some time. I just haven't been able to articulate it properly. I'm not sure I've said it all properly yet - this paragraph is being added after the rest of the post has been prepared.
The blog365 goal is and was to blog every day for "One lap around the Sun". Some time back the founder, the leader, of blog365 dropped out. I guess it wasn't fun anymore. I guess there was too much of a feeling of obligation. And maybe he was so busy and so involved that he didn't have any time to sit back and enjoy himself. Maybe he never had time to make any friends. Like I have.
This lap around the Sun, as of today, is two thirds gone. Four months left. Eight months in the bag. There is a finish line out there. It's December 31st. The last day of 2008. But I won't be done. Not me.
There is a whole pantheon of people here, some of whom are reading this, today, people I have never met, some of whom I will never meet, that have come to mean a great deal to me. Some of them have made me cry. Me. Mr. Macho. Sits here at the computer and, at times, blubbers like a baby. Some of them have made me laugh. Out loud. In inappropriate places. Where people look at me funny. And we ALL have shared intimate moments and feelings with each other, to the point, I swear, that some of the people, here, know me better than anyone but my wife. And the people here, care.
There are people here I love. Strange love, it is, when you've not met the person you're in love with and strange, too, that you suddenly find you love many people, when all of your life you've been told that love is held only for one. Strange it is and hard to accept when it puts lie to things you've been told all your life. But it is love, nonetheless. It's just strange.
I don't plan to quit come December 31st. I think I'm going to keep on going. I won't give up what I have found here. Not the people. Not the caring. Not the love. I just hope I don't run out of things to write about. And I hope you never run out of interest in what I have to say.
Oh. And the 800 pound gorilla in the room. The thing that brought me out here in the first place. My Art. From the bottom of my heart, which you guys have constantly filled with joy, I thank you for the kindesses you have shown the work I've displayed here and on the other blog. Thank you for the enthusiastic encouragement.
And thank you, for the love.