Hi, LJ. I know. It feels like we've broken up. It's me, not you. Truly. There are other newer, shinier things out there in the world. But I stay, lurking in the shadows because I still have old friends here. Including
kieranalexander. He was one of two people who first convinced me to try on-line journaling. Here at LJ. Long ago and faraway. I stay for nostalgia even though I mostly journal/blog at my own site now. That happens when you become a published author. That ol' market platform/brand thing. I still keep a tab in my browser open and always check when a new post is made by someone I follow. Those who do so are dwindling. Yeah, that whole new-shiny-different thing. I'm not the only one easily distracted.
I dropped by today because it's the end of the year. And every year, I promise that I'll post here more often, that I'll keep in touch. And then time slips away. And I don't. That makes me a bad friend, I suppose. I'm sorry for that.
But today is special, beyond being the last day of the old year. It's also the first day of the next year in an old friend's life. Happy birthday, Kieran! I hope you see this. I hope you know that you are thought of often and fondly--and with love. I hope your life is all you want it to be, that your wife and child have cocooned you with love and hope and joy because those are what I wish for you.
And Happy New Year to all the rest of you. May the coming year be filled with health, wealth, wisdom, and may you be surrounded by family, friends, and merriment.