Happy Blogday Little Blog

I don't know what to call this day.
Is it a birthday? Is it an anniversary?
I don't know, but when I told my mr what today was he said, "Well, Happy Blog Day."
And it fit.

One year.
Weird.

So, Becoming Versed, in honor of your special day, I want to tell you how you came about & how you were named.

A year and a half ago, I started to read these things called blogs-what a world I found. (Ok-I know I was slow to find it, but it was amazing none-the-less.)  I read and enjoyed. I perused and found some I enjoyed, but thought, there has to be more than this.  Why are all these people doing this?

A continuous discussion regarding facebook and blogging was going on at my house. A certain oldest daughter of mine said, "Mom's blog, kids facebook."

Well, ok.

And then I started thinking, why not me?
And this was big, because-even though I could talk to anyone like a long lost best friend, I had become incredibly shy. Any sharing of anything of "mine" seemed very scary.  {Oh, I'm an enigma ;).}

But, why not me?
I kept having the strong feeling that this was something I was supposed to do-and an idea formed in my head.  An idea that I am happy to say, has grown well over this quick year.

Little did I know what a gift this little Becoming Versed would be to me.
I knew I was supposed to write & it's been helping me find my voice.
Who knows where this voice will travel.  If it doesn't travel far, I am ok with that.
If it does travel to parts unfamiliar, I will accept that & learn from the experience.
And enjoy.

You see those little pictures of the wonderful people over there ---->
I am very grateful to them. 
The family with somewhat anonymousness, the folks who publicly follow BV (I smile everytime I see your pictures), and those who are so awesome to come take a peek at what is going on here in less public manner--Thank you.

And now I will tell you the real reason I started BV & just know that this is how I felt at its conception and I don't know if it is totally accurate-it's just how I was seeing and feeling the world at that time:

I had become invisible. My opinions were not sought out & even if I was brave enough to speak up, I was talked over. I felt as though only one or two people really knew me. I might not have even known myself.
I think I had lost me.

I started this little thing to leave my kids and someday grandkids & someday maybe others a little record that I did exist and I did know a thing or two. I felt like I was supposed to.

A funny thing has happened.
I am more confident. 
Sometimes in real life, I speak up & voice my opinion (ok-I am really good at this in the walls of our home-it's just now that certain children are paying more attention). I'm less afraid of the world.
I feel like a real person again & like I exist.

And I even surprise myself sometimes.

So, thank you, little blog.
I am so grateful.
And as it's getting late, I will have to tell your naming story another day.
Good night.

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Important information regarding the photograph at the top of this post: There have been no cakes in this house for about a month.  This is an old picture from an old celebration.

Just wanted to make sure you knew that.

And

I am on facebook now.

As the real me.

With the same legs.