Yesterday, completely without realising it, we met another milestone at Bouquets of Sharpened Pencils! With my tribute to Enid Bagnold, I unsuspectingly published my 200th post!
So today, to make up for the lack of celebration, we will celebrate our 201th post!
It's amazing what we've gotten up to since I started in March. It feels like an eternity - an enternity of realising my opinions, my friendships and my ambitions, inspirations and motives for life. Wow. It is incredible really, and strange.
I suppose thanks are in order. Thankyou all for the comments, the encouragement, the thoughts and feelings that you shared.
Though Bouquets mightn't have shaped out to be quite what I dreamed while I was nursing her in the baby stages, but, as my dear beloved James Barrie said, 'The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.'
This is too true, and I feel that though my intial hopes have not quite been met, everything we've done has been more fun than I imagined it could be, and the people I've met through the experience have been completely unexpected and beautiful. Every now and then in life you meet some people who are really wonderful, and I'm so glad that my dear Bouquets has given me a chance to meet a few more.