My tendency to blog has dwindled yet I still felt a sentimental need to blog one last time, for this year. I know I have been somewhat remiss in my blogging efforts but then who cares. So here I am, the last afternoon of the year, typing down a line of two in the gazillion lines zooming like space traffic in Cyberspace.
I can only speculate that perhaps I no longer feel the need to let people know my thoughts and feelings, because I no longer really care what people think of me.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." ~ Anais Nin ~
