For awhile now I've toyed with the idea of writing some type of memoir on my experiences as a hydrocephalic child. A few months back I'd shown Don the beginnings of an idea, and while it was a good idea (the way I'd written it totally stumped Don as to what it was about, which I thought was great), I wasn't sure if that was the route I was going to go. As it turns out, I came up with a totally different idea a couple of nights ago, and decided to try and work with that.
Tonight, even though it was only one paragraph (and one sentence) long, I couldn't wait to share this with the writers group. And after I did, I was surprised and pleased with the interest it garnered from everyone! Don and Christine said that I'd started it out in a great way, and Margie admitted that she had wished I'd written more. I always thought I wasn't cut out for writing stories, but after tonight I realize that I have definitely found my voice with this idea!
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And so this entry marks the end of my year-long project. I have to admit that I'm a bit amazed at that, because when I first started writing this blog three hundred and sixty five days seemed like a really, really long time! I couldn't envision this project ending - or how it would end. Looking back at what I've recorded each day I realize that I would have no way of knowing what lay ahead for me, but at the same time I can see just how blessed I really was in this past year.
To those who followed this blog, thanks for sticking with me! I hope that my posts have inspired you to also pay closer attention to all the little blessings in your life.
