Forever Dear Diary
"Season's Greetings from the real world!" she boasted, practically screaming it as she passed by. For just a moment, she was back with some wonderful people she loved.
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I just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. I've occasionally been on my blog of choice, Word Press. It has a future-forward design that connects all my little widgets and gives me that ideal soap box when I'm feeling saucy.
There is a cool feature for cross-posting from WP to LJ, which I have considered, but I have steered away from working a comments section. My thoughts are much less conversation and more stand-alone, like-it-or-leave-it moments. I just don't have the spare time like I used to, for the chatter. I don't even use the calling feature on my phone very much. The "voice in my head" has evolved over the years and I have to focus on how it sounds when I speak it out loud now. My "audience" is flesh and blood that can easily take a comment or take offense in moments that cannot be deleted or undone and that is a full time gig at this point.
Writing is such a love of mine and I do wish that I could still record *everything* but I don't necessarily think that matters as much as any of us getting down to their best life and being out from behind the recorder. I could be reporting or reminiscing as early as tomorrow, but if you don't hear from me for a while, know that it is a good thing - because after I climbed on that RAM cloud and floated through the transmission barrier, I was downloaded, saved, and exploring a bigger map than anything I had ever tried to navigate inside my head.
Community is awesome and I will never, ever forget this one.
"We're all connected!" she yelled as she drifted out to the horizon line once more. Had it been a parade? It was as if she was trying to spill a secret. "This is all the same thing! Me, this, our words, the blue thumbs up, your world, every moment! <3"
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I just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. I've occasionally been on my blog of choice, Word Press. It has a future-forward design that connects all my little widgets and gives me that ideal soap box when I'm feeling saucy.
There is a cool feature for cross-posting from WP to LJ, which I have considered, but I have steered away from working a comments section. My thoughts are much less conversation and more stand-alone, like-it-or-leave-it moments. I just don't have the spare time like I used to, for the chatter. I don't even use the calling feature on my phone very much. The "voice in my head" has evolved over the years and I have to focus on how it sounds when I speak it out loud now. My "audience" is flesh and blood that can easily take a comment or take offense in moments that cannot be deleted or undone and that is a full time gig at this point.
Writing is such a love of mine and I do wish that I could still record *everything* but I don't necessarily think that matters as much as any of us getting down to their best life and being out from behind the recorder. I could be reporting or reminiscing as early as tomorrow, but if you don't hear from me for a while, know that it is a good thing - because after I climbed on that RAM cloud and floated through the transmission barrier, I was downloaded, saved, and exploring a bigger map than anything I had ever tried to navigate inside my head.
Community is awesome and I will never, ever forget this one.
"We're all connected!" she yelled as she drifted out to the horizon line once more. Had it been a parade? It was as if she was trying to spill a secret. "This is all the same thing! Me, this, our words, the blue thumbs up, your world, every moment! <3"