June 4, 2021 (Part 1)
Blogging, as much as I want it to be hassle-free and purely for my own enjoyment, can become a bit of a burden. The enneagram-3 achiever in me insists on near perfect punctuation and compelling language even though, again, there are exactly two people who ever look at this blog. But every once in a while, I pop on here and reminisce on the hills and valleys of life. It is crazy to think that at end of a 2019 recap, I talked about going on a date with a man. Reading that blog post brings a fresh wave of nostalgia as I relive that awkward Starbucks handshake, that coffee I was too nervous to drink and those blue eyes that I couldn't pull away from. The hand that I once nervously shook now bears a ring which symbolizes an eternal covenant...to me. A life so crazy it often doesn't make sense, and a moment I hope to never forget. So that's why I pop back on every once in a while. I want to remember these days. Blogging is a more convincing memory vault than, say, my nearly-...