As I was walking from class today, I realize it's been a year since I began this blog. Wow, I'm getting old.
I remember just sitting at work very early one morning last year and deciding to start a blog about love, life, and the implications surrounding them. It's hard to believe that was a year ago.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FREE LOVE!
Over the past year, I've written a lot and have been grateful to have this blog as an outlet for my zany observations and more serious and sober thoughts. While I recently conformed and got a tumblr (ugh, such a sell out, I know), I realize this is my true passion because in a lot of ways, love is my true passion. Observing it, finding it, and keeping it, whether it's romantic, platonic, sisterly, friendly, whatever.
I have fallen off recently because that's what happens when you decide to live a life that does not permit you much free time but with free love's birthday, it's time to pick back up.
If you're reading this and if you've been a loyal reader for the past year, thank you. Means a lot when people pretend that what I say is even somewhat worth listening to.
A lot has changed in my life over the past year, love-wise, too, I guess. I made a lot of snippy and sarcastic comments in these posts because I was a self-proclaimed hardass and everyone who knew me well saw right through it. I've softened a bit now. But, don't worry. I still have that bee eye tee see ech in me. Gotta stay somewhat hard around the edges.
Anyway, happy birthday again, free love. Mama loves you.
Gonna keep writing and gonna keep loving.
Love freely,
tY
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