Thank you for reading my posts for the past year. It’s Christmas Day, my 52nd Wednesday post for 2019. That was my goal, and I did it, so I’m feeling good. Not that it was easy. I made quite a few mistakes. Maybe you noticed. I’ve never done anything like this before, publishing a piece of writing once a week and waiting to see the response. At times it’s been quite humbling. So, thank you for sticking with me.
Now I can’t help but compare where I was in 2018 with where I am now at the end of 2019. Tis the season for self-evaluation, muscular hindsight, and promises, promises. 2018 was my first full year in Portland, Oregon, living in a tiny apartment by myself with my dog, the first apartment I’ve ever had entirely by myself, no roommates, no boyfriends, no husband. The expansive alone time was an opportunity to get reacquainted with myself, rethink my history, unpack the dirty laundry buried in my head, and write a memoir about it. After a year of navel gazing, I was dizzy with regrets. Memoir writing was emotional quicksand. To preserve my sanity, I needed a new head space that was untethered from my past, an exploration of my emerging new self. That’s when I started Billie Best Blog, in January 2019, 52 weeks ago.
My dog, Moon, really likes my blog. It has kept me on a fixed schedule, which he appreciates. He’s ten and the regularity comforts him. I’m sure it’s good for me, too. With the commitment to post weekly, I’ve learned how to make a practice of writing every day. That was a giant leap for my skills. Moon has learned that when my laptop opens, it’s time for him to take a nap. His companionship forces me to think about something other than myself and walking him three times a day saves me from death by sitting. He is my exercise machine. The relationship feels like a blessing.
I look forward to continuing on this path in 2020. All my posts are on my website (the address is my name). Also, every post is on my Facebook page, which is public. One of the coolest things about the past year has been connecting with so many women through Facebook groups and getting their (your) feedback on my work. My writing has been influenced by these interactions as my sense of community with women all over the world has blossomed. My memoir became a better book through the experience of listening to my gender, learning what it means to love life beyond 60, how to enjoy myself as I age, and the trick to remaining relevant. The journey continues in 2020. I hope you’ll stay tuned.
Sending love and light to all. Happy Holidays.