Tomorrow marks the fourth anniversary of my humble blog, the Thoughtful Quilter. I think its terrific that it's still around, and it has been so interesting to watch it evolve. No one really reads it, I don't think... maybe my sister and a few friends I have mentioned it to.
After all, the mundane stuff of someone's life is not really literature.
I don't care. I get my narcissistic musings out and I record my life for posterity. It may not be a monumental life, but it is mine. It's as precious and worthless as anyone's. That's the mysticism in it.
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