I’ve been blogging for almost four years, and I didn’t even start a countdown.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about who I was four years ago. I’m not overfond of that version of myself, but one can’t deny one’s own history.
The me from five years ago…how that was a girl. Six years ago and my, my, you wouldn’t know me. I had so much fire.
Four years ago, I had no idea who I was anymore. I had my walls torn down and my foundation cracked and I was so confused. I had to start all over from the beginning.
That’s when I met me from three years ago. That’s a me I never want to forget. That’s a year I never, ever want to forget.
And the thing is, I won’t, I can’t. Because it’s all here, on the blog. Every day. There’s a snapshot here for every late night, every early morning, every road trip, every escapade. I even saw me fall in love on this blog.
This blog saw me graduate. This blog saw me start my first full-time jobs. This blog saw me married.
Me from six years ago wouldn’t recognize me now. I had so much fire then. Now I have coals.
But goodness knows coals burn hotter.