Here I go again!
Seven months ago today I completed my first 365 blog: A Year of Joy. Sure it took me 721 days, but who’s counting? Oh right, ME! And the rest of the world. Damn. Still. I completed my project and managed a few ramblings afterwards. I was pleased, but not satisfied.
If I had any talent in photography, I’d love this next project to look something like Le Mien – An Ottawa 100 Strangers Project. It’s an absolutely beautiful blog, and I’m not just saying that because I’m #66. I barely consider myself talented with this writing…. um… thing, but my short and sweet musings will have to do.
I’ve always been blessed with a large circle of friends, but sometimes this blessing has felt like I curse. I’ve never really had many (as the kids would say) BFFs. There are so many people I honestly love and adore, but just haven’t developed the sort of relationship whereby we “hang out”. Most of the people I consider my closest friends I’m lucky if I speak to on a weekly basis. To put things into perspective, the only reason why I recently talk to my sister on a more regular basis is because she now has an iPhone and we can text easily. Otherwise it’s not unusual for me to see some of my best friends less than a dozen times a year. Some, much much less than that.
So why is that? I have two kids, a half-dozen jobs on the go (not an exaggeration), and a loving boyfriend. These are the excuses I’ve often used to justify something that is much simpler than that: This is just who I am. A good friend to many. Time and distance doesn’t phase me much. I may not see my friends a lot, but that doesn’t mean that I care any less and my true friends know this. If they need me I’m there, and I know I can count of them for the same.
But why do I feel the need to still justify this? Because no matter how much I know I care, I don’t always appreciate. There are many people who bring me great joy and I want to make sure I don’t take that for granted.
So, no time limits. No schedule. For as long as it takes, I’ll post about 100 people (or groups of people)… besties, acquaintances, almost-strangers… I’ll share a bit about who they are and what makes them delightful.
I believe that, though much of our identity is inherent, our true self is shaped by our experiences and our encounters. I hope you take pleasure from the many faces that bring me joy and help make me who I am today.