I started blogging over a year ago for several reasons. I wanted to practice and perfect my writing. I wanted to become more comfortable with revealing my thoughts and words to people instead of just showing them to my sister and best friend. And, later, I liked to "Google" myself and see "Naima Bryant" pop up. Self-centered, I know, but it's the truth. I also found out through my chapter that agents and editors often "Google" the writers who submit to them, so that was definitely a plus.
But, it wasn't until today that I realized another reason to blog. It's a record of a journey.
I searched back to my first blog and began reading forward. I saw hope and encouragement. I read great expectation, faith and fear. I discovered determination, disappointment and laughter. I saw victory.
I read moments in this past year's journey where I experienced a stumbling block that at one point made me question why I bothered doing this at all? And, then faith lifted me to my feet, dusted off my knees and reminded me it wasn't what I saw in front of me, but what I hoped and dreamed for that kept me going. I laughed as I remembered how family could make you insane and grounded at the same time. I studied the comments and found myself thankful for the friends and fellow writers who provide encouragement, kind words and even a reality slap when called for.
Today, I read where I was this time last year and thanked God not only that I received an offer on a manuscript I submitted, but I praised Him for the journey. Because I can look back and have a permanent record that with perserverance, faith, support and laughter achieving dreams is possible. And only the beginning.