I don't know if anyone reads my blog anymore, and I wouldn't blame you if you stumbled across this and though, Well, here's that old thing I used to read... I doubt it will be kept up.
The most important audience, to me, will read it. Gabe's icicle blue eyes will read it, devouring a little piece of home. Colton will read it and have something to say, every time. Alexis and I share a brain, so I bet we will talk at length about certain entries. Berea will bring logic to each post, and mom will have a joke to fit the topic. Jen might even pop in occasionally. And there are several freinds I know who may 'like' some writings on my Facebook link.
I used to guage the sucess of my blog on the sheer number of viewers I had each day. For a while, it swelled up into the thousands, with chat rooms and bogs commenting raucously on the details of our recent broken home. Complete strangers berated each individual in our family, while some gave undying support. It became too much when I realized how bitter I had become and how sickening it felt to log on each morning.
Now, my success will be the beauty of each piece I create. The motivation will come from the sense of accomplishment, of making something beautiful in a way that I find I can. And all judgements will be checked at the door, filtered for the sake of those I love, and uniquely addressed from time to time.