When I ill-advisedly came up with the idea for #30posts a month ago, I didn’t know how it was going to go. I didn’t know that I was going to get thousands of page views and tons of input. I didn’t know old friends were going to come out of the woodwork and tell me they were enjoying what I’d been doing, and I certainly didn’t expect that it was going to help me feel better.
The virtue is in the striving, and we are all of us virtuous.
Thank you to the dozens/hundreds of friends that turned my links on Facebook into public conversations. Thanks for caring, for liking, for sharing, and for Like-ing, and for Share-ing.
Thank you to the people on Twitter who have shared my stories, and with whom I have had wonderful conversations about the simple and massive things that unite us as people, like love, sickness, and expression.
Thank you to the men and women who inspire me daily to be a better writer, a better artist, and a better man. Thank you for your casual kindnesses, your warmth, your empathy, your love, your drive, and for the way you push and shove and sculpt and construct me.
Thank you to Montréal, and POP Montréal, for the pick-up. Being home brought me back to myself. Being with you brought me back to myself.
This is post #27 in my #30posts challenge.
(I slipped up a bit. I’m sorry.)
Some of the more popular posts in the series include this one on sickness, this one on love, and these four (1, 2, 3, 4) on my adventures at POP Montréal.