I feel left out. Almost every blog (give or take one or two) that I read has been Freshly Pressed. I do not write to be Freshly Pressed but every so often, I am like-this is the one. This is the one that will take me to blogger celebrity. But alas, the year is almost over and nothing. Not that I do not appreciate the few that do read my goings on about the
bitches,children, women that I work with, the things that my kids do, and all the pictures that I take of them (because of course my kids are the CUTEST around).
I appreciate that you all are my shoulder to cry on, the arms that hug me when I post about the terrible, traumatic events that have shaped me, the ears to listen to me vent to, those that laugh with me when I am being funny (it happens sometimes). I have grown so much as a person in the last 6 months since I have been blogging. I have been introduced to so many inspirational women, funny women, and strong women. I have been able to heal, share, laugh, and cry. The community that I have found here is one that I have been looking for and longing for, for so very long,
So, even though I have not been Freshly Pressed like so many of you, I am happy. And grateful. If you all had not been freshly pressed I would have never met you-and THAT would have been the saddest thing of all.