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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.
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April 14, 2002
:: In anticipation ::
So I'm going to be 30.
I keep telling everyone that I would rather do my teens over than my 20s. That may or may not be true, but it's certainly true that my very best memories come out of my teens, my twentieth year, and the last few.
Whatever the case may be, whichever of my years have been worse or better, I somehow feel that this is an event I am not to miss, pass by or gloss over. I owe my life to date a debt of gratitude. I feel a need to honor my past, to have a moment of silent love for those who have loved me and strengthened me and thereby made me who I am. A lot of them are now out of my sphere of contact.
So to those of you whom I miss, to those whose numbers I do not have or cannot call, to those I don't call often enough, to all of you who have made me laugh and cry and think and feel and all that is good and true, I say Thank You. With capital letters. I like who I am, and I would not be this person if it weren't for - if it weren't for everyone I've loved. I am made by the intersection of myself and you.
You're welcome!
So you're older than the Phineas? He's turning 30 in December, I think. So that makes him the little kid of our happy group, I guess.