I miss this little blog.

I remember the days where I'd fill it with all of my nonsense, every day, sometimes several times a day, just because there was so much to write down. Before Myspace, before Facebook, before Twitter. I had my little blog and my fantastic friends and it didn't matter that I'd only met a handful of them in person... they were my friends. We prayed for each other and shared in each other's failures and triumphs. Laughter and angst. Growing pains.

Lately I've found myself reading lots of books. Not necessarily the kind of classic literature that would've made my honors Lit professor proud - but honestly, that was a lifetime ago. Now I like to read for the mere pleasure of words flowing into my head and heart. I love words. I don't know why, I didn't make the world - and I certainly didn't make me. God stuck this particular love in my heart and soul and it's never really gone anywhere. I've just been sort of complacent and lazy about expressing this love of words.

I'll have you know, dear nonexistent reader, that I finished NaNoWriMo successfully for a second time this past November. It was just as thrilling as the first time - moreso, in fact, since I had failed miserably in November 2011. My heart wasn't in it.

This year, the one we're only barely a month into - two thousand thirteen - is going to be a great one. I'm not sure why. Nothing particularly stupendous or out of the ordinary has occurred thus far. I just feel it in my bones. Life is good, and not because it's perfect. I just trust God. I'm ready for what He's got coming. I guess I haven't felt ready in a while. But I still feel so blessed.

I mean, come on. I had a white Christmas last month. It doesn't get much more gorgeous than that.

xx