The last few years, my blog has morphed. (and so has my hair)
I’ve blogged since I was in high school. I suppose it’s my solution to a journal, which I am absolutely terrible at keeping. There are; however, a few filled journals stacked up in the attic, and I find comfort knowing that they are there.
Just like there is a comfort here.
I call it a collection of a little about a lot.
It morphs, too.