Me: March 2005 Archives

Anil Dash wrote about "The Blog Cycle". It was an extremely accurate description of the ongoing cycles in blogging. One commenter noted the only thing missing was the bullet point for people who write about the cycles of blogging.

We are all so un-original.

I would apologize if it weren't so altogether normal. It's time we all accept this fact and learn celebrate and embrace our un-originality. The rhythms of life winter, spring, summer, and fall are un-original, yet there is pleasure to be had in each season of life.

I missed celebrating my third anniversary of blogging on March 13th of this year. The first post was a little light on content. I think I've gotten a little more interesting since then.

I wish I could thank each and every one of you for stopping by to read my postings, at least those of you who aren't trying to jam spam into the blog comments. A special thank you goes out to the people who know me in person and read my blog but don't tell me that I am their guilty pleasure. I'm honored that you take the time to read about me and whatever I am thinking about.

For the 100's of people who find my weblog when they are searching for videos of Terry Tate "Office Linebacker" --- sorry I don't know where they are. If I could offer you a parting gift it would be the URL to those commercials.

For the second day in a row, I went for a post-lunch stroll without a jacket. Not only were the birds singing, but I saw the first sun bather of the season. Spring has finally arrived in Minnesota.

I love the feeling of the warm sun and wind on my face. While the last winter wasn't especially brutal, when you live with the cold, the overcast, and the darkness for so long, spring is especially appreciated. Winter has its own beauty, but to me it doesn't compare to the joys of being outside without the layers and the bulk. I love seeing the birds and ducks returning to Minnesota.

Reminds me of what my son said to me when he was just three. He had been entranced by the geese migrating south for the previous winter. In the spring when we saw a flock of geese landing in the stubble of a corn field near our house he said "Seeing these geese is like a present to me." He was right, spring and everything that goes with it is a gift.

Spring is reconciliation, hope, laughter, and dreams and all of it is a gift.