Writing is a funny, thing you start wth one thing in mind and buy thr time you pause for break be somewhere else entirely. When I started the blog I never expected followers I just wanted space that was “mine” something that is somewhat hard to find when your physically dependent on caregivers (some paid some not) for some level of help fur nearly everything. I started writing the blog with no grander then to leave scratches on the wall of the universe that amount to “Rachel was here.” I never expected people, much less strangers to leave comments but they have and what started as an inner monologue of sorts and as a way to get through the bouts of writer’s block has over time become,much to my great surprise, a conversation of sorts. I don’t get comments on everything I write obviously but I think of those post as akin to the times of comfortable silences in between conversation. Though it is and probably always will be a quiet, unassuming blog with no real theme other then being a chronicle of my life I’m amazed at how much it has evolved almost without me realizing it.