As an adult I have spent a lot of time learning and doing things that I should have in school (insert a long monologue about the shortcomings of public school, oblivious parents, and youthful arrogance here). Many previously ignored topics were now fascinating and interesting in ways that they never were before. I attribute some to maturing but much to reading blogs.
When I discovered blogs I was fascinated. The knitting was the initial draw, but the lives and interests of the people were powerful in themselves. It was a chance to “hang out” with people who would have intimidated me in real life. People who are super smart, cultured, worldly. People who love learning and yoga, people who make classic literature sound relatable and readable. I’ve learned about being green and gardening, and making small changes. My definition of beauty has changed, my acceptance of me enhanced. I have been cheered on when happy and cheered up when sad. I am inspired to set and achieve goals based on my own criteria for greatness. I am inspired me to be a better writer, a better knitter, a better me I think. Thanks guys!