I suddenly feel that there are so many millions of things in the world to write about, and I could just write volume after volume about anything and nothing and everything. But for today, I just wanted to say that I realized I've been writing on this blog for close to two years now. And for much of that time, it has felt a bit like shouting into the void. I have only a tiny number of readers, largely because I am very scared of being outed here. I have told only three of my friends about this place, along with Mr. SOC, who I don't think bothers to read. (Correct me if I'm wrong, honey.) My handful of loyal readers is precious to me, but they are really a very small handful.
But for some reason, my lack of readership has never discouraged me in the slightest. I have enjoyed writing here, whether anyone reads it or not. In a way, I see it as an act of faith. Faith that just writing the words was enough. Faith that I didn't need approval or popularity or anything else. All I needed was a blank slate, a place for things to emerge. And something has emerged. Not anything that I can put into words just yet. For now, I'll just say that I'm so happy to be here, groping around in the dark, writing just for the love of it.