It may sound silly, but I've only now fully realized that just by virtue of being mine, my story counts. For someone who has a personal blog, a blog that isn't necessarily centered around her taste in fashion, or faith or some particular interest, you'd think I would already know that my story has to count. People actually take the time to read it and some enjoy it. Although, that's no measure of the validity of my story, it should have been a reminder that just being uniquely me is enough. But somehow it still takes grand revelations to bring this fact to consciousness. Thinking of the books and blogs that have captured my heart in the last few months, I've realized that they've all been heavily-laced with personalities of the authors that make it feel like I know them. It's like they're telling me about something that's really important to them and why it is. And because I like what I'm hearing (or reading), because there's somethin
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