It hit 103 in Seattle and we got on a plane for Germany, for a three month stay. I wrote my first blog post, featuring a picture of my mom and step-dad and him holding a bottle opener I still have. My fingertips were peeling from dehydration, from climbing a mountain. When people asked me what I was going to do with my sabbatical I said, maybe start a blog. It was one of those things I could never make time for when I was working.

If you write songs, paint, photograph…there are similarities to blogging: you see something you want to preserve and share, something that’s “you,” that you hope others will find special too.

Not every day is special and nor are my blog posts. Believing they are is something different.

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