Eleven is the thick of awkward.
Eleven is sleepovers and evolving social dynamics and fits and starts of confidence and insecurity.
If this blog was a kid, I'd be saving for college. Or paying for braces.
Eleven years ago this week, I dove head first into the murky water of weblogging.
I really had no idea what I was doing then; I might have more than an inkling these days, but I still don't know what to say. Or rather, I am a lot more guarded about what I say.
But after a spotty couple years of infrequent blogging, I am itching to tell some more stories.
Years ago, I loved blogging because it allowed me to connect with people I'd never met. We found common ground in shared thoughts and passions. Some of those connections and engagements were magical.
It's time to once again chase stardust and dreams.
The Queen City is panting and straining - thick in the middle of a funky, gorgeous growth spurt. Growth where size and citizenry are concerned, but also with regard to perspective and ideals.
It's sometimes painful. It's sometimes downright awkward.
But we are really growing up and getting comfortable in our own skin. It feels pretty magnificent.
Here's to sharing more special stories about our gal coming into her own.
I think I know a thing or two about that.
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