So as 2011 begins I believe this space might look more like a journal (sometimes), out a conscious effort to write, and not simply post. The first time I blogged for Dakota Martin it made me nervous sharing my words with the universe, even if said universe was 4 or 5 readers. But with Shannon and Liz encouraging me I wrote. And what seemed scary became fun (like so many daunting prospects), and now many years later I haven’t stopped. Of course my readership hasn’t changed much. But that’s okay with me. As this particular blog, it is as much an exercise for me as anyone else. And now, in 2011, it’s one that needs to be refocused a bit, and perhaps become a little scary again—a little more real. As I sit back and wait to hear from schools I’ve been lining up many projects for myself, both physical and creative.
I hope everyone had a great New Years—I was in bed by 10:30, but only after an amazing dinner with my sisters and father, made by a kind Dutch woman who took it upon herself to very carefully craft everything just for me gluten free, every bit as delicious and nourishing as everyone else, and watching the little girl above dance for everyone staying in the hotel. She was proud with her head held high, smiling for pictures and swishing her skirt to the beat of the music, with the confidence of youth. It was perfect for me, and I hope yours was perfect for you.